The Story
of Hot Seven Seven
Flying high above the night sky
Into the day of an old, old country
The great
nation to The Great Wall
Finite people for an infinite God
Young culture to a deep people
Seven days
and seven nights
And so begins the dream….
And so the dream begins
Dancing lightly
on the water
Shining waves on an endless ocean
Silver birds taking fragile humanity away
From wealth
to poverty
From new to old
Dancing on the water
Driving here, driving there,
No place
to give eyes a chance to see
You want cloisonné? You want tea? You want market?
You want Hunan
ride? We eat here? No! We eat there
Where fish jump and time slows down,
And senses
take in the beauty of the countryside people
Slow down Sing Jing slow down
Countryside of rural migration
The breeze
blowing through the barren trees
Dividing the untamed land into tamed dynasties
The bones of thousands souls
Labored for
centuries past
And on that great “Great Wall”
There’s a cold wind blowing
People busy running, walking, riding, driving
To work ,
to school, to work, to work, to family
High prices for throw away toys
Beautiful fashions freeze in the cold
More building,
more people, more commerce today
More condos rise high toward the sunshine or rain
The district of Wangfujing is calling
Beijing
markets, “ne how! I remember you”
“You come to buy Chanel, you buy Nike?”
Pearl Market,
Silk Market, Hong Qiao Market
Prices low, quality as well, oh well, oh well
Dollars fly, Renminbi exchanges for short pleasure
Silk Market
is where we find ourselves
In the playground of Beijing
Spiritual vapors transfer sweet scent
Ancient traditions
fragrant as incense
Gold Buddha’s soar halfway to heaven
Seven courts to temple of holies seen only by gods
We walk
on sacred ground and seek the sky
Only on the earth a short while
Crying out for the Temple of Heaven
Is this
in my mind, only a dream
This short while in China
flying backwards it seems
Experiences blend into a tapestry of gold
Remembered
warm people, remember the cold
Family is close in this culture so large
We dream of Beijing, coming back through the
stars.
words written by Debby Espinor c.2011