It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over......



Naked she was standing in front of his eyes
Eyes that penetrate every inch of her body
Eyes that could see under her skin.
She didn’t felt like covering her nudity
Among the sword eyes , his are like sunbeams.
Warm sunbeam caressing her being.
No.
She didn’t want to hide her body
Just laid on the sand
surrendered to the sun’s warmth
No.
She
didn’t hide her tears either.
A river of sadness and joy
Singing a simple song :
You see , you see
YOU see ME.
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Another bad dream
was written on the chalkboard
With closed eyes
grabbing the sponge
to wipe off any memory.
.
The chalk marks are now just dust
.
...... apart those eyes
full of tears.
.
.
Whose eyes are they?
Why they are crying?
What pain they unleash?
.
.
answers and chalk prints are now pure dust
.
...... apart those eyes
.
full of tears.
.
.
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The space between us
memories
of past and future
but..
what about now ?
.
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Some times
we stay
To fight and win
Some others
we win
when we leave
some times
we give up
some others
we move on
at the end of the day
we will know...
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Luke : All right, I'll give it a try.Yoda : No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try.
I tried.
It didn’t work
So
I did it.
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Recently I acquired my first Tao the ching book. Actually got two, the other one a gift from a friend. I’m saving it for my vacation .
What is Tao ? I don’t know. After all ..
The tao that can be described is not the eternal Tao.
And those are the few words I have read about it. But I have an image in my mind. I see myself in a desert. I look behind and I see my footprints on the sand and I day “oh, that was the Tao then” and then I look front. There is nothing. no steps , no path, Just the unwalked sand, like a blank canvas waiting for the brushes to leave their traces.
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