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Noumenon : Part 1

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As if in some twisted dream, I had sailed on a vehement howl back to my bedroom from the Home of Dragons. That vast expanse; a composition stringing together staccato mountains, singing melodies of Literati poetry, and structures risen with the strength of terracotta armies under the watchful minds of emperors.


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What lush tradition was left in its wake yet a famine in the hollow of its people! Such is the dynastic jest of this world.


1,3:

At every fork in the road there is a monster.


1,4:

If we are made to fight monsters, we shall be valiant about it with a blazing glory emanating from our heart centres.


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O! The strength it takes to keep a tender heart!


1,6:

Let this be a parable of love and courage.


1,7:

Burn the wisdoms of our generous ancestors into our wide-open eyes.

Drink deep from the abyss, rippling with ecstasy behind the black.

Each breath we take is a shuddering reverie across its shining web.

All of us alike, slammed to the ground by its quiet immensity.

1,8:

Like the heroes of folklore, we too will reach the starry truth as we do every night in sweet, languorous slumber.


1,9:

Heed the signs of the universe. Garner and nourish your own secret symbologies with the astute vigilance of a Virgo. Hold steadfast to the knowledge it teaches you in the limbic realms; a hermit journey that belongs to you alone. This will guide you to the gates to the essence of everything!


1,10:

Honour yourself and others through the integration of light and shadow, east and west, yin and yang, vulnerability and power, breathing in and out like a tiger; a creature that is both instinctual yet recessed.


1,11:

As you live, so you die.


1,12:

Like a crane soaring across the moonlit waters, let me be a floating dance as I’m made anew.


1,13:

Behold! The first tale of Dia Gila commences.



🎨/📷 by Jakub Halun, Fragment of the Nine Dragon Wall in Forbidden City, Beijing, 2009

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