Running

The fire in peoples eyes,
fire of hatred,
fire of greed,
fire of lust.

Clouded by ignorance,
didn't know what the true desire is...

"Once more, once more again!"
I wonder if they ever grow tired?

Overwhelmed by sound of thousand cries,
I drowned myself in countless activity...

Tranquility

The gnosis in neither sleep nor awake,
Ah! what a serene and tranquil experience,
Embraced by the sky of consciousness...

Fault

Clear blue sky on the day,
pitch black sky on the night.
The sky itself is neither blue or black.

The fault comes,
when we crave for a blue sky on the night,
when we crave for a black sky on the day.

The fault comes,
when we follow to where blue sky vanish on the night,
when we follow to where black sky vanish on the dawn.

Restlessly running,
never know what peace there may be in stillness.

Sinful thought at moment,
virtuous thought at another.
The mind itself is neither sinful nor virtuous.

The fault comes,
when we crave for virtuous thought when sinful thought arise,
when we crave for sinful thought when virtuous thought arise.

The fault comes,
when we follow to where sinful thought vanish on virtues,
when we follow to where virtuous thought vanish on sins.

Restlessly chasing,
never know what peace there may be in stillness.

Chance

There are people who try to understand us,
why we can't understand them?

There are people who misunderstood us,
why we try to understand them?

Understand and being understood,
the chance is like a grain in the desert...

There are people who love us with all their heart,
why we can't love them back?

There are people whom we love but didn't love us,
why we try to be loved by them?

Loving and being loved,
the chance is like a drop in the ocean...

There are who trust us without doubt,
why we can't trust them too?

There are people whom we trust but backstabed us then,
why we try to maintain our trust for them?

Trusting and being trusted,
the chance is like a needle in the hay...

There are people who want us to stay close to them,
why we want to go even though they begged us to stay?

There are people whom we want to stay close to us,
why we begged them even though we know they'll go anyway?

Being closed with the people we longing for,
the chance is like a dust in the sky...

Within this ephemeral dream,
mutual chance are rare.

Why don't we give the things we craving so much,
rather than longing for people to give them to us?

Memento

In today's rainy weather, I just remember an old event with a dear pal...

I used to fond of collecting photos. Every event, if I could, I would collect its photo.

(P = Pal, M = Me)

P : Why are you really fond of collecting photo?
M : Don't you want to look at them again one day? And remember some past event in life?
P : Nope... I think I don't really fond about memories or something like that...
P : Even I seldom re-look the photos in my posession...
P : I don't know, but seems like I don't really fond of "memories" things...
M : ... (Continue copying photo. I just don't know how to reply at that moment)

Well, today after remembering this kind of event, thoughts running in my mind...
I think that pal of mine haven't experience loss... Especially loss of someone close... Or maybe if he ever experienced it, it's not really often...

After all, for me, the memory of determination and kindness is important in our darkest hours.

If we could remember our determination, it would keep us moving when we experience desperation.
If we could remember kindness shown to us, it would keep ud kind amidst the curelty.
If we could remember love shown to us, it would keep us sane in the insane situation.

So, are memories important? Not everytime... We won't create anything by daydreaming all days about old memories anyway...
But sometimes, we must look back.
In memories, we might find courage, kindness, and firmness.
So we could find a light to walk straight, and we won't become the person we hate in our old days...

Fire Boundary

Living a live of human within a society is like...
Blind people treading a path while bringing a torch,
in hope that it would show them the way and protect them.

We meet people, we talk to them,
acting like we know everything about them,
labeling them as "important"...

We forget that we are a blind person who can't see people clearly,
we began to walk closer to each other.
Sooner or later we burn each other with our torch...

Old Song

The song of old days,
we used to play together.
Today the song remains unchanged,
but now I play it alone.