Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Dance my lady, paint the sky...
Dance in the eternal circle of life...
For the impermanence itself is eternal...
Centerless, motionless, yet moving...
Seeking pleasure, refusing pain,
endlessly run to nowhere but a loop.
Everything seemed obtained can't lasts,
Like snapping of fingers.
Everything seemed obtained can't be grasped,
Like trying to catch wind.
Where in the world you can find a safety place,
If your heart itself is never feel safe?
Why don't rest for a while?
Like a returning farmer from field,
as if everything was never begin at the first place...