Standing in Silence



Old faithfuls 

You never leave

Always present and receiving


Your Spirit

Forever tall and proud

Offering comfort


Your strength undeniable

Bones brittle and bent

Supported immense weights you have



Night and day

The winds of ice

Pass through your soul


The sun and rain

Harsh and unforgiving

Penetrating with viciousness 


What golden tales you tell

Of Life resting awhile

Upon your frame


Your body has witnessed

The richness of Life

The darkness of solitude





Of every description you are

Dumped. Rusted. Upright

Bolted and chained


Your seat torn and weathered

You cling to the thread that is Life

Desperate to serve


Seemingly discarded

Irony surrounds

For you are treasured



They will not let you go

Release you of your ongoing workload

Beholden unto them



Protect your dignity they should

Carve beauty from your brittle bones

Oiled and nurtured


Creations of value and heritage

Appreciation of service

A source of gratitude


Perhaps they will

Power in holding on

Fear of letting go



Chairs of Beijing

You firmly hold the power

Offering comfort and support





Within your presence generations born

Matured and evolved

Your eyes witness to all


Upon you children climbed

The old sat gingerly

Weary souls rested 


Plans of life made upon your seat

How many lovers met?

Sharing laughter and many tears



You hold the key

To interwoven moments and years

Treasured memories deeply embedded within you



A deep weariness engulfs your being

As you continue to serve and support

To witness Life in the alleyways of old China









Comments

  1. The Old Chairs of Old Beijing - Fascinating.

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  2. Simply beautiful and so deeply meaningful!!!!!!!!!!

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  3. When we lived in Beijing, one of my mom's favourite things to do was to walk around the ancient hutongs taking photos of old chairs that had been discarded, or were perhaps still serving some meaningless purpose. Most people would just walk right by them. I love that my mom would not walk past. She'd see the unique character in each chair and ask questions like "I wonder how on earth this one got here?" or "I wonder why this one had to be chained up in the middle of the road?" or "Imagine how many people have sat on this chair, and what did those people witness?" Then she'd honour the life of each chair by taking its photo. I really miss walking through the hutongs. Even after 17 years of doing it, it never got boring. So many stories. So many treasures hidden there. But you needed the RIGHT EYES to appreciate it all, and I thank my mom for giving me those eyes. For the lesson of SEEING the world with curiosity and fascination. For seeing life as art. Here is her blog post - it's an ode to the chairs of the Beijing hutongs. Beautiful words and incredible photos!

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