My eyes closed

By X. Z. Shao

My eyes closed

in a heavy cloud of mind,
my inner-self
lost in a drowsy light.

I still perceived minor noises,

heard a yelling of a boy,
chirpings of birds
and a roaring of a passenger plane.

There were no reminiscences.

No hurt of an unrequited love
no death of loved ones
cut though you like knives.
No cries for change in a desert.
No ecstasies of being in love
or of births of new lives.

The serene state was neither asleep

nor awake, neither in nor out
neither alive nor dead.
A moment of eternity
with nothing in it.

Until I opened my eyes

and everything seemed
glinting in the light,
after being washed by
a heavy shower.

        2015/4/23