They only speak once to words, like Wordsworth
Or Li Po, and their promises are clouds and moons.
The tendrils of their freedom from attachment,
Unable to stand the wind, coil up into themselves.
Driftingness, who can capture it and own?
But all these loners in a crowd take hold of me
And make themselves one of the only ones, diffusing me.
So many selves stay up by a dimmed desklamp,
And image a candle burning in the midair,
As the night grows thicker and thicker, its vanishing sluggish.
Along the road you and I met or will meet, red spider lilies
Bloom and droop by themselves;
This is a colonnade to the atrium of hope,
On each column Manju dances with Saka into an egg-and-dart.
Oct. 18, 2009
Notes: I did never learn the name of the flower when I was in the countryside. My native people called it something like "flowers out of nowhere" since they bloom without anything else connected with a plant flower, most notably the leaves or buds. They just appear and perhaps due to their water-content, their disappearance is also quick, without remains of fallen petals. They are definitely "ghostly," and also they mostly grow in shady places. I came to learn of this flower after I graduated from university and began interested in Buddhism. Anyway, info about this flower can be easily found in wiki after the entry "Lycoris (plant)" or this address.