can you hear it ?
the voice of singing ghosts breaks this silence
it used to be humble and peaceful
but now filled with filthy nonsenses.
feels like yesterdays, those longest years were carried on my back
in a blink of an eye, future seems haunting beyond my very eyes
the ghosts burn themselves over and over
i breathe the fear, inhale those insecurity over faked strength
human beings are destined to be happy with their closed eyes to reality
they are designed to create imaginations craved with faith but lack of humanity
our different paths were addressed as mislead journey
no matter how far i travel, coming home is always a joy
the home that being so close to those singing ghosts
how they yearn of becoming celestial
however deep under the ground
may i find peace
to the kind persons in my life.
of course, my parents.
well, also Buddha.
life companions …
and also …
thanking myself all these years
be able to avoid things that would be regretted later
be able to do things that would inspire me to do better
be able to never stop learning, always try to be honest and humble.
because life is just like a dream, isn’t it?
whether it is a good dream, a nightmare,
as some things not ours to take control,
all i have to do is treat this self properly, behave well.
in the end, i think, it doesn’t matter if you don’t achieve great things,
because life itself is great, as long as you live properly, grow compassion and sincerity
it is a blessing to all, not bringing disgrace to family and society, just live as it is,
may all beings be happy, be able to retain their happiness, be at peace.
i used to write down the things i hate at the office.
as far as i remember most related to those uncooperative colleagues,
some were my own undisciplined character, made my tasks completed with flaws.
but to think it over, all my problems as above, the things i hate, are not important now.
because it all happened in the past, let it be. i’m just fine right now.
when i was a little kid, my mom often said this phrase “this is life”
now i can understand what was actually she talked about,
the matters of life, being born, live a life, becoming old, sick, and die,
paths taken, with all the experiences, tears, joy, until the end.
seeing the babies born
seeing the oldies passed away
seeing the youngsters with blissful or wasteful youth
under this same old empty sky…
i used to say, i want to become the wind,
but now i want to become an air,
because it is unseen, cannot be felt,
just fill the emptiness with nothingness.
listening to old songs
feels like yesterday’s newly released
i miss those times
feels like the future parly reversed.
i’m not afraid of death.
it’s just i am afraid if when i die, my mind filled with regrets and my heart is restless.
therefore, may when i die, circumstances let me build a condition to retain such peace of mind, without regrets.
therefore, let me live this life, at its best, free from hatred, ill-will, and hypocrisy.
may all beings retain their happiness, be at peace.
like this, the end is not really that bad
it’s just me, walk this path alone
for all this time, i thought my life would be cold
actually it is enough to feel the warmth of the sunshine
listening to my own breath
in this simple, simple one moment in lifetime
remove my shadow blocking the light,
happiness and sadness, and myself.
in this life i was drunken by ideality
i swallow bitterness in hoping for sweet ending
who knows once i step back, i never get back to where i stand
therefore can only move on, singing the songs when i was young
step by step your lonely image chasing the wind is getting blurred
who knows once i thought that sincerest smile turns into rainy cloud
once it settles down, may be you will see things clearer
from the beginning til the end, i love you just like becoming dusts.
put down all my belongings, put down all that is mine.
my feelings, my thoughts, my existence
i don’t even stay in any realm.