Chinese New Year
That blows over me
At the door of the Rabbit
I stand here free.
Fu, Lu, Shou
Do their part
To lift my soul
Spring-cleaned heart.
Lifted from sludge
Freed from chains
I see in my eyes
Pattern of veins.
Ch'i come again
Blow over my eyes
Clear up the veins
Shake off my lies.
Acknowledgements. Thanks to Enn, George, Mung Ling, Lily, and Vie Ming for their kind company on the Chinese New Year day. This poem would not have been possible without their presence and their rich inputs on Chinese cultural symbols.
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