Painting in the sky leave no traces,
serpents constantly shred its skin.
Every single moments we born anew,
leaves all traces for a fresh future.
Thus the curtain closes on another tale,
let us open the door to the great unknown.
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Limitless Compassion
The sky is vast, the sky is empty.
Yet it embrace everything without owning it.
Even though I cannot own you,
let my compassion be as vast as sky,
so it'll embrace you everytime...
Yet it embrace everything without owning it.
Even though I cannot own you,
let my compassion be as vast as sky,
so it'll embrace you everytime...
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Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Take and Give
Imprison by our own addiction,
we lament upon miseliness.
Be at peace and content in silence,
by helping others, we help ourself.
we lament upon miseliness.
Be at peace and content in silence,
by helping others, we help ourself.
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Meeting, Parting, Creation, Destruction
Clow Card : The Twin - The Sand - The Rain
Togetherness is like a castle built upon the sand,
without solid fondation, by wind and waves shall it perish.
Amidst the turbulence of this endless creation and destruction,
Do not lose hope!
For only when we expose ourselves to the destruction again and again,
shall we found the indestructible within ourselves.
So silent, so bright, yet peaceful...
Togetherness is like a castle built upon the sand,
without solid fondation, by wind and waves shall it perish.
Amidst the turbulence of this endless creation and destruction,
Do not lose hope!
For only when we expose ourselves to the destruction again and again,
shall we found the indestructible within ourselves.
So silent, so bright, yet peaceful...
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Poem
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Flaming Heart
The devil - 4 of Swords - Ace of Cups
Only when the flame in my heart has been extinguished, might we meet again anew...
Only when the flame in my heart has been extinguished, might we meet again anew...
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Thousand Memories
The smell of grass in the morning,
invoking thousand memories,
of pleasant breeze under clear blue sky.
invoking thousand memories,
of pleasant breeze under clear blue sky.
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Stanza
Words of Wisdom
Joyful all ye who understand,
All things are created by mind.
Conceptual thought are binding,
Killing the meaning of freedom.
Yet our ignorance echoing endlessly...
All things are created by mind.
Conceptual thought are binding,
Killing the meaning of freedom.
Yet our ignorance echoing endlessly...
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