January 20, 2013 § 21 Comments
I slit my wrist, tear out my nail and burn the lamp.
I melt my flesh, swallow my tears and turn em into words.
I pierce my soul, dip in my finger and write.
The winds blow out the lamp.
The tears murder the words.
The soul dissolves.
But, i am indestructible.
Am i not the one who is free?
August 26, 2012 § 35 Comments
When you say, “it is a beautiful rose”, you are classifying it. And no rose can be classified because all roses are so unique and so individual that classification is just not possible. Don’t give it a class, don’t pigeonhole it, don’t put it in a box. Enjoy its beauty, enjoy its color, enjoy its dance. Just be there. Don’t say anything. Watch. Be in mo chao, a silent, serene reflection. Just reflect. Let the rose flower reflect in you; you be a mirror.
August 5, 2012 § 10 Comments
Everybody seems to be so certain of himself except me. Everybody seems to be so well-defined except me. I remain very undefined, I remain kind of ambiguous. I don’t know exactly where I am or what I am or what I am not. I don’t know how to define the self and the other. I don’t know where “I” and “thou” can be separated.