biography of our time

Too many advertisements

Too many gadgets

Too many promises

Too many hopes

Too many fears

Too many agendas

Too many past

Too many future

How about more openness?

More appreciation?

No, too little time for now

Now

Long time no write,
Want to say a few words,
But what to say?
As I contrive,
Discomfort arise,
Why forcing yourself?
To be this or that,
Ah!
How to conclude this?
What a struggle!
Let just stop and drop!
Conclusion is an illusion,
All we have is NOW!
Endless openness!

Dream

This is a dream and I'm just dreaming,
This is a dream and now I'm dreaming,
This is a dream and now I'm in dream,
This is a dream where there is no you or me.

10 May 2011

To the space

It is nice to be a real nobody...

Not anything's or anyone's anybody...

So that can free to be whatever it is...

Is nice to be writing to empty space...

For it is not going to judge or argue...

Just listen with its pure openness...

Perhaps we can call it love?

Call it whatever you like ;>

It doesn't give a damn and you are the most welcomed, ha ha ha!

Today

Boss' favorite word of the day..."Bloody"

No way?

Perhaps the only difference between us is this one thought that we are different.

Just perhaps

Perhaps true freedom involves freedom from safety and security...any sense of certainty...
If then do you still want it?