I Don't Really Know Anything About The

Poetry Is On Earth To Make You Serene, Not Corrupt Your Mind, Thoughts,or Emotions

Mama Used To Tell Us A Story About A Cicada Sitting High In A Tree. It Chirps And Drinks In Dew, Oblivious To The Praying Mantis Behind It. The Mantis Arches Up Its Front Leg To Stab The Cicada, But It Doesn't Know An Oriole Perches Behind It. The Bird Stretches Out Its Neck To Snap Up The Mantis For A Midday Meal, But Its Unaware Of The Boy Who's Come Into The Garden With A Net. Three Creatures—the Cicada, The Mantis And The Oriole—all Coveted Gains Without Being Aware Of The Greater And Inescapable Danger That Was Coming.

All These Types Of Love Come Out Of Duty, Respect, And Gratitude. Most Of Them, As The Women In My County Know, Are Sources Of Sadness, Rupture, And Brutality.

There Is No Life Without Death. That Is The True Meaning Of Yin And Yang

When The Sun Is Shining, Think Of The Time It Won't Be, Because Even When You're Sitting In Your House With The Doors Shut, Misfortune Can Fall From Above. Page 279