the song of bamboo leaves



I slowed my step

watching the lodge carefully

the bamboo leaves was increasingly shade and skewed

but the lodge was still the same

as the last time I came

nothing has changed

when I opened the door

as if I saw my grandmother

sitting in her rocking chair

staring out the window…. humming

then I see myself come, clinging and question her

you are humming grandmother,…. what song?

oo ….  just follow the song of bamboo leaves my dear

a dragonfly passed by in front of my face

disperse my musings

I enter the lodge and sit on grandma’s rocking chair

try to understand the thing that she did

in silence …. I began to hear

a lovely song

I let it flow within this soul

to blend with the memories of my childhood

the song of bamboo leaves

filled my longing of grandma’s warm hug


– mei –


29 thoughts on “the song of bamboo leaves

    • I would love walk with you. One day if you come to Indonesia, I would invite you to go there … really quiet and peaceful. We did not provide TV or radio to prevent the hustle bustle of the world. Just the singing bamboo and the sound of waves in distance.
      Always love to have you here Paul.

      Take care,

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