Love is like throwing watermelons and eating them up

Love is like i don’t know, hard to describe, hard to explain

love hurts good and leaves you blind

it’s more complicated than you’ll ever know, yet as simple as a dove flying off a tree branch

you can think about it or you can live it

Love is like watermelon delicious but gone fast

death is not some weird theme that plays out only in coffins

death is something that dies in your heart

death is a like a hallow eve on christmas morning

when presents are empty and no one is home

when you alone lie on your bed, waiting for your time to fall silently into your own labeled coffin

death is something that I welcome because

my soul will leave this heavy body

which only carries that heart which

like i said, had heart surgery

heart surgery

bright lights dim lights

those lights that shine on holidays, the lights that flash while I wait for the train  to pass

the cars waiting behind me, oblivious, i turn and spin making a 180

heart surgery,

like skin burning, flaking, skinning off

like skin with blood and brain and guts, eating flesh

everyone needs it, heart surgery

tears and flames, sometimes i wish

that i could walk towards death and meet God

complain and waver and sit on this orange carpet

im waiting for death, the only thing that I can glory in

because this heart surgery

is a little overwhelming,

It didn’t give me some numbing drugs to soften the effect of this impact so hideous and ugly

I guess heart surgery is something we all need

This was filmed in Summer 2010 when I backpacked through Taiwan/Asia. In September I took the bus up to Alishan Mountain, one of the most beautiful mountains in Taiwan by myself and what occurred was a personal journey of discovery. I woke up at before 4 am to take the train and watch the sunrise.

That earth is not my home.

On my way down the mountain I wrote this.
Taiwan
Just watched the sunrise
Train shadows
Pictures and love
Hugs like moon and sun back to back
Help us move forward now
Lovely monopoly
This tree frolicking burns of clay
Dancing to the beam
Softly caressing
My heart
As I gaze
Nature and I, caught in an embrace
Even though I sit
The suns warm smile
Makes me blush
Alone but surrounded by ever inch of God’s love
Freedom, peace like lying down on beds
of petals and greens
Oh though they stare
I am not intimidated
My whole being glows with anticipation
I am more than a stranger
A pilgrim
I am a sojourner passing 80 or more years
On this created masterpiece
But this is not my home.

Filmed, Written, Created by Rebekka Lien