It arrived late,
But it has arrived…….
Time has its own logics.
The mysterious pace,
That no one can predict.
Yet it is on its way,
Always arrives,
In its own time,
Reveals itself eventually,
Inspiration is a mysterious thing
It comes unexpectedly,
With time,
With timelessness,
Yet inspiration is a fleeting moment in eternity,
But with eternity
Inspiration brings…
When you wait,
Maybe it’s too late;
When coincidences meet,
It’s time
Must not be missed.
In the connectedness of our destiny,
When a coincidence’s time is missed
An accident becomes.
As all things
In this universe
Are free from the preordains;
Yet, the coincidences of becoming
Escape not, the change of time.
There is only one constant,
The dynamic of time;
Through Dao
Yin and Yang multiply,
In the multitude of serendipities,
Ah
Are these the deeds of gods,
Or the realm of Tai Ji?
Man Fong Mei 梅万方
London 伦敦,
Written on 8th March 2010
2010年3月8日
Completed on 4th May 2012