peaceful heart palace

its okay everything gonna be alright
the worst thing won’t happen
cos everything will be under your control
shaking trembling but you stand strong

even there is no sun to light my path
and the moon was beaten by heavy fogs
i will move on in darkness
i have this heart to be the most dependable guide

if loving a person could be so tiring
then it is not love, so i would cut the red string
let it floats in the air, and i fall into the distance
a peaceful heart, a still image, a soundless heart-palace.

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one life.

sometimes i will feel whenever talk to someone, it always lead to a fight. war of words, argues, and such hurtful comments, distrubing thoughts.
so i prefer to avoid having a conversation with that person, choose to lock the mouth and listening to songs through a headphone.
but if a must to engage in such conversation, prefer to act stupid, know nothing, carefree.
by this way, i think my lifespan won’t be shortened.

sometimes i feel insecure being stared by someone stranger, or someone i dislike.
i dislike that person because the character of the person is not sincere, unclean thoughts.
how do i know, because i feel and it is my personal intuition, no one will understand
therefore i choose to pretend not noticing that kind of stare, guard my eyes only focusing myself.

there are a lot of things i would like to do, but all failed to happen because i was too hesitate
and i always said to myself, “because they don’t really matters, they don’t have the urgency”.
and so day goes by like that, so many things i haven’t done, yet i don’t set them as crucial,
i measure my life quality by setting a standard of what “being in peaceful” meaning.

so i am imagining myself in a room, laying on the white floor, surrounded by white walls
outside this room is the abundant memories of my life, experiences and thoughts,
eventually i must ready for this separation, my hands carry nothing, the body sinked in numerous journeys
like a wind flies to numerous direction, like a flow of river to the ocean, like the waves swept the debris to the shore, like the turbulence of water drowns the ship, like the rain falls to the sea, like the air under the sky.

difficulties and compassion

i have my own difficulties,
and i have seen so many people shared their difficulties with their friends, family, and such.

however mostly were being told not as it was,
because in truth, there is no who’s right or wrong,
people are just people and words are only words.

i don’t need others to pity on me,
i don’t even consider their praises and blames are worthy,
because i will only tell the truth,
not who’s right or wrong.

who bothers whom is right or wrong ?
because to believe something is a truth,
is like living this life day by day in plain clothes,
there would be tears, sweats,
it would be torn, wet,
but surely, it won’t be soaked by others’ blood by ourselves.

somehow, by thinking like this,
i could smile lightly and difficulties are nothing.
in the end, it might be only compassion matters;
the best thing in this life.

people. people.

the last 1,000 years ago
and the next 1,000 years ahead
the grey sky always pours its rains
the wind blows across sea and mountains

i am at this moment now,
just like a people in the past
and so a people in the future
people come and go, nothing stays

the strong earth would eventually lost
because its people won’t last forever
rays of light escapes and settles
creating darkness, lighting hopes

where do you take it, dear wind of life,
when you blow the fire and it flies with you

prisoner’s gate

if life can be free
it feels like a torture when you have no option
else than being pressured
a prisoner of ego and desires

if i could be free
like passing thru an unlocked prisoner’s gate
seeing thru the eyes of life sentenced convict
freedom is actually the feeling of being peaceful

so be at peace,
breathing the air in and out
how can i ask for more in this life
some things are worth waiting til final breath

solemn

fall, fall
let the fallen buried deep in a hunger mountains
keep, keep
keep the ashes intact from soaring up to the sky

to be in such state of devastation
suspicious mind, worse than the strangers
wind blows my anger to everywhere it pleased
leave me with these walls with ears.

low, keep low
slow the heartbeat
bow, keep bowing
to the centre of the heart

to the beyond i throw my sight in silence
passing your lifetimes
it is not a waiting for someone
it is a waiting until everything empty and dispersed,