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Noyers...

author:Xu Jinsheng

——Qingming Festival communicates with three deceased people (1)

You're all gone, I'm still alive,

Even live with great interest...

What am I doing this for?

There's a lot of things you want to do...

During the day I live with people of this and another,

There are a lot of people I am happy to communicate with a few more concerns...

In the night I fell into a deep sleep and saw some forerunners,

Curious, to catch up with their hurried footsteps...

The universe is vast, life is limited, and the mysteries are innumerable,

How many souls, like stars, can't stop talking...

There are many fireflies gathering in the wilderness,

It was as if to form a lamp that would illuminate me to continue on my way... (2)

April 5, 2021

(1) Refers to the old monk Jinghui, Mingke Xiaoshami, and the seven-year-old boy in "White Steamship". If you are interested in the poem, I recommend looking at the previous article on the White Steamer. (2) Imagery that I have been re-presenting since I was 20 years old...

postscript:

I slept until ten o'clock this morning. At breakfast at half past ten, I wrote an article and revised another, all related to the three of them, until twelve o'clock. After that, I suddenly felt a bout of tiredness, so I went to bed again to continue sleeping, but my whole body was cold, my hands and feet were cold, my joints felt painful, I got up to take a temperature, I actually took a temperature of 38 degrees Celsius, a pulse of 98 times (I usually 68 times), and my blood pressure was not measured. It is estimated that there is some fluctuation. Fortunately, I felt that my appetite was still good, I ate another meal at four o'clock in the afternoon, went to bed after eating, and took a bedtime test, 37 degrees 5. Pulse 80 times. Down. Now (nine o'clock in the evening) retest, 66 degrees, pulse 70 times. Normal! The joints don't hurt anymore. - Asked a few doctors, can not explain. The human body is too mysterious, there are too many things that I don't know... Maybe I miss the deceased too much. The first night I experienced what was going on when they left, and I went into a deep state. It is said that before people leave, there will be an inexplicable pain in the body, cold hands and feet, shortness of breath, and I have more or less "become" them and experience their experience. After returning to himself, he quickly recovered. It was an effort by me to integrate within myself about their "sub-personality."

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