ordinary people and grateful

how good is the “ordinary people” ?

“ordinary people”, they commit wrongdoings, but never really fundamentals. they do not kill, do not steal, do not spread hatred, do not spread hoaxes, do not cheat on their lover, stay loyal to one beloved person. Do not indulge themselves in alcohol, drugs, and other heavy addictions. Stay calm, kind, and humble.

Just ordinary.

They do not achieve big, not a looser but surely not a successful billionaire. They do not bring major changes, either for good or for bad, just stay as straight as possible.

Sometimes they fall, but never broken. Sometimes they fly, but always get back to the ground.

Their existences filled the ordinary days, ordinary life.

And I see nothing wrong with it, yet it is actually a right thing, beautiful.

Just like riding a car on a narrow road,  noticed you’ve driven halfway from home and you cannot turn back but move on, even if you would like to come back, you gotta take the remaining road first.

Just like this circle of life.

Reincarnation or another, it’s just another road, another story, another character.

To love you more, seems shallow. But that is what I would carry it into my graveyard, hold it until my final breath.

In this life, to be able to meet you has already a great blessing.

If memories won’t be forgotten, time never see me grow old; then no matter how long the road, how many aeons to pass, I won’t understand how grateful I am for meeting you in this lifetime.

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until the end of life

until now i do not know, and i will never believe the truth if not witnessing it myself.

since it’s impossible to turn back time, be there on the spot, therefore i should not pursuing the truth anymore.

that my heart hurt, and still left a mark until now, however it is gone once i leave this world, so, this mark doesn’t mean a lot anymore.

that you might hate me, it was your choice, i don’t want to think about it.

that your heart might broken more into pieces than me, that you might blame yourself, i completely feel sorry for you, but, i tell you, all doesn’t matter once we leave this world and we should prepare for it.

the detailed things on “how could you”, and “did it has any other reasons behind”, even so, the result stayed the same. irreversible things were regretful, but how deep our understanding on them ?

the detailed other things such as, “since when”, and “did that really necessary”, also didn’t change the ending for whatever answers you gave me.

Born in the different place, different time; meet in a fateful situation, aimed to live for a lifetime commitment, but who could predict the ending, as nothing last forever. The ending gonna be, we died on different place, different time, same mourns.

Thru good and bad, ups and downs, I will only take the beautiful memories into my graveyard. And these beautiful memories would also die, along with me.

Therefore, just for a half life, it was enough for me to be thankful. If we do not like the ending, then only in dreams we could fix it. Reality is, nothing to fixed, life is just like that.

Not hoping for a miracle, just enough being grateful for the good things in the bad times.

 

good impression, pure intention.

how many reincarnation needed, to clean up bad karmas
therefore later i can meet you with a good impression, pure intention

even everyone in this world pointed their fingers on me,
i wished you would believe me, even without a proof, just believe this person, me.
but you didn’t. you give up on me.

i ever promised you won’t let you go for whatever reason,
but because of this, using this reason,
i let you give up on me. i didn’t beg you not to. i let you, so both of us could be free.

who is right, who is wrong, i do not want to identify this anymore
we live our life like this, we choose to be like this, we walk our own path til the end
eventually the path leads to separation, who knows it would be like this ? but it is not that bad.

i would rather you never weep for me, i would never weep for you
lets clean each other’s entangled fate, cut the red string,
many many years later, thru reincarnations, meeting you, may only good impression, pure intention.

 

 

 

 

to myself: to die for

three times you knocked my door, i give no reply.
three times i call your name, you obediently reply.
three times i pass thru your window, i don’t bother to greet.
three times you borrow me your umbrella, i let you drenched.

the fourth,
i am living all by myself, until i realize… you are,
the river flow carries my boat, the wind directs my ship,
the lighthouse guides my journeys, the flying petals decorated my funeral,
you are a faith i would die for.

life is short, forever unfinished story…

life is short, it is forever unfinished story passing thru generations.

even before you finish your saying,
i know what to do
therefore it is not necessary for me to explain,
because,
a person like me would never understand how to break one’s heart.
just because,
one’s heart might seem as fragile as a glass, but nothing really broken.
and one’s heart could be as hard as a steel, but nothing really unshaken.

a collection of ten thousands poems, in a night, was carried away by thousand flying cranes,
i would only need one scroll, to accompany my ups and downs of life,
but if i could choose, spare me the poem about repentance,
because, there is no right and wrong, only cause and effect.

“no matter how painful, i won’t let it turns into a lifetime’s pain.
don’t ask me about what will be happen next,
at least we had happy memories and cherished them
could not ask for more, only thankful for the good and bad of our times.”

don’t be sad.

i don’t know what time is it

it’s like i am stuck in the middle of the road to nowhere,
above is the dark vast sky, countless stars, however very lonely sight,
if only i can turn back and restart, with a knowledge of a future, things will be better,
however, maybe life is truly just a dream.
the time you wake up is the time for you to leave everything. (those regrets, hatred, possessions, prides)
by that time, all is well.

don’t be sad. it is natural for being born and die.
whether you believe in heaven, after life, or else,
i wish at the very end of the road i will still carry your image
thank you for your presence in this lifetime, i believe meeting you is our past live promise.

since all of us have to wake up from this dream someday
i won’t let it become a nightmare.
from my purest intention,
may all beings be happy and peaceful at heart.