Dance, the Orange

2001 Spring
Yali Li

Eyes gathering at the tip of your nose,
Nose looking at your heart,
Heart looking behind the navel,
There is a ripe fruit.
Exhaling along the path of looking,
You lift dust on your fruit.
What is your fruit?

My fruit is an orange
Exhale, exhale,
One layer of dust, another layer of dust….
The orange is shining.
Exhale and inhale,
The peel opens and the segments are stretching.
Exhale and inhale,
An orange lotus is blossoming.
Exhale and inhale,
In the embrace of the blossoming lotus,
The whole world is peacefully resting.