Her Laughters Poem by Anne Yun

Hi Anne, Laughter, the Best Medicine is the by-line of the collection of jokes in Readers Digest, since I started reading it... The Poem: The flower welcomes the bee with an open heart. She widens her heart to accommodate the entire world. To understand the world, and to allow the world to understand her. The bee is welcomed as her guest, not as an intruder. As Vedas say, Atithi Devo Bhava! (A guest in your abode is God himself!) This is how ancient Indian culture treated guests. Hu Yen Tsang, the traveller-philosopher from China who visited India during the 17th century has narrated the Indian hospitality. And A Taoist Moment, as I understand is the moment of self-realisation, opening-up oneself, the moment of truth.. As Daniel has said, I think, this is the experience the flower (or the Poet herself) goes through. Fantastic write. So large a world of poetry contained in so few words. Loved reading.10++ Thank you for sharing. Write and share more..

SHE WIDENS HER HEART - I could live inside that line for a whole week: she has made room within to let in more of the world. This suggests a balancing of Self and the World: the Self sets aside its needs and pays attention to the World's needs. In response, the World presents one of its beautiful moments to her, that is, the bee and the flower. Nothing happens to change the World or the Self. The experience in this poem is what was once called A SOUL-STATE, at least by western poets. In the passage of time which never stops racing ahead, a soul-state is a suspended moment of appreciation of one moment before it too vanishes. It's hard for to say what the poem does, because your language is so precise, my explanatory words seem to be beside the point. But all I have to show my appreciation are those extra words - unless I skip language entirely, and work some moment of Taoist magic. I feel lifted, cleansed, brightened by this poem. The key word is WIDEN - something small but good has become larger and better. It could be my heart or mind, or a sense of sharing in your experience. Words fail me - I'll just note a Taoist moment occurred and while it lasted I was more than myself alone and now that it has passed, I KNOW I want to savor such a moment again,

The westerner in me wants to barge in and exclaim, What is going on here? I see beautiful arrangements, but what's happening? The poet in me enjoys taking a deep breath, and examining the words and images carefully, already knowing the designer well enough to understand every arrangement is meticulously chosen. (excuse me for a moment) (I have returned. I was gazing for a moment at the girl in the field) I see a girl in a field, whose heart has closed slightly. The innocence of nature, which desires no personal harm, touches her heart, and in laughing, her heart opens again. This is what my heart sees, and it is beautiful. Thank you for this wonderful breeze that blows gently into my morning, with a little tremble of my heart. :)