In the Heart of Things

by Wang Ping

We surrender
Even if we don’t know how
No thought
No thunder
No flight from hope to despair
No silence
No sorrow
Time folds and unfolds
No joy
No despair
No origin or end
The story flowers at its own pace
Dark and light
Good and evil
Its energy hinges
On our perception
Trees do not know truth or lies
They’re just trees
Full of the sap for life
No red
No blue
No white or black
In the absence of color
A rainbow