air.

air:
breathe,
fill,
feel,
reflect.

The Karaniya Metta Sutta: Hymn of Universal Love

Who seeks to promote his welfare,
Having glimpsed the state of perfect peace,
Should be able, honest and upright,
Gentle in speech, meek and not proud.

Contented, he ought to be easy to support,
Not over-busy, and simple in living.
Tranquil his senses, let him be prudent,
And not brazen, nor fawning on families.

Also, he must refrain from any action
That gives the wise reason to reprove him.
(Then let him cultivate the thought:)
May all be well and secure,
May all beings be happy!

Whatever living creatures there be,
Without exception, weak or strong,
Long, huge or middle-sized,
Or short, minute or bulky,

Whether visible or invisible,
And those living far or near,
The born and those seeking birth,
May all beings be happy!

Let none deceive or decry
His fellow anywhere;
Let none wish others harm
In resentment or in hate.

Just as with her own life
A mother shields from hurt
Her own son, her only child,
Let all-embracing thoughts
For all beings be yours.

Cultivate an all-embracing mind of love
For all throughout the universe,
In all its height, depth and breadth —
Love that is untroubled
And beyond hatred or enmity.

As you stand, walk, sit or lie,
So long as you are awake,
Pursue this awareness with your might:
It is deemed the Divine State here.

Holding no more to wrong beliefs,
With virtue and vision of the ultimate,
And having overcome all sensual desire,
Never in a womb is one born again.

-from Metta, The Philosophy and Practice of Universal Love by Acharya Buddharakkhita
http://www.accesstoinsight.org/lib/authors/buddharakkhita/wheel365.html

songs

the power of music
those which takes you along
by the hand;
by the heart
the gradual set up
the semi meditative state
the desired chorus
over and over
pour them out, your everything
from the heart, the mind and the soul.

zhik diam tzeng ê kun;
zhik diam tzeng ê tzeng xin;
san zhap meh ê xin tzen,
an zhua bhun bi bhui kui.

the morbid silence;
mechanical clicking of steel;
systematic shuffling of feet;
eyes penetrating the space beneath;

semibaseless anticipation of unknowns
in the name of values and misson
for the common good
- what common good?
suppose the apparent 'common interest' instead.

sleep
like sedation
like a cat ladder
yet it drops you down another rabbit hole where nightmares may ensue

light headed chaos
weariness
'to sleep perchance to sleep'
off one drifts!
with that sugar in the blood,
like a rush Hits you over,
knocks you down
when you cease to think, but dream.

meow

me: (beckons) tsuk tsuk
kitteh: (skitters over) mow

me: (mimics) meow
kitteh: mow

me: mow!
kitteh: mowww

me: MOWW
kitteh: MOWW

me: meowww
kitteh: *paw swipes*

"if"

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!

- rudyard kipling
http://www.adamandtiffy.com/blog/if-by-rudyard-kipling

"what makes the desert beautiful, is that somewhere it hides a well…"
- the little prince, antoine de saint-exupery

http://www.angelfire.com/hi/littleprince/

even (2)

when compasses need to be realigned
purpose need to be redefined

like a torrent
here comes the rain
splashing upon
fully awake
over and over
persistence.