Sunday, January 31, 2010

even

..compasses needed to be realigned
..changes needed to be reapplied
..perspectives needed to be redefined
..truths had to be reverified.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

時間が経って初めて気付いた
一人になって出来ない事の多さ
溜まっていく洗濯 毎日の外食
週末 日曜日過ごす孤独 持て余してる
いっぱいもらってた 小さな優しさ
お前が引き出してくれた 俺らしさ
何気ない事の方が大切だと分かった
夏の海のオレンジ色の空を見ながら
思い出の浜辺 やっと来れたぜ
大丈夫さ 一歩一歩 俺は俺で頑張って歩くから


- 恋時雨,湘南乃風

Monday, January 25, 2010

sleepless; incoherence

mindlessly mindful
sleepless
with recollections
partially incoherent
thought it was fatigue
yes it is, oh wait its not?

that's not how you define fatigue
not by engineering law
by rationality, logical reasoning
divergent thought processes I'll say
inept in dealing with the emotional state of mind of course

does it make sense? no.
no not all things do; some don't.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

at the crossroads behind cover

living in the moment
leap and bound
bound to bound
into the rabbit hole - fall
barriers hit and detoured from
signals & signs watched out for
for the final objective;
mission;
the ultimate destination

at the crossroads to no certain where
how long are you going to remain under cover?
fall you must, fall
get up you must
maju depan; go.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

before cessation.

day after day
the things you see, you hear, you touch
the people you interact with: tangibles;

the intangibles you feel
with your heart and soul
may the emotions fill you in
and the thoughts that set you pondering

remember to etch them into your memories
'cos you will look back, again and again
when either of these or you cease to exist.

Sunday, January 03, 2010

unspoken words (2)

unspoken words (2)

meeting of eyes
converging focus
deep resonance
how intense can it be?

meeting of eyes
split second focus
shifting like a fugitive
how elusive can it be?

meeting of eyes
grazing focus
fleeting like trajectory
how remote can it be?

meeting of eyes
adjacent focus
non verbalised articulation
how would you know what it was supposed to be?

Friday, January 01, 2010

here there is

here there is
the usual golden sunshine
the usual flurry of people
the usual vantage point
the usual tasks to perform
the usual day ahead

for the future that you continue to wait
for the present you always live in
for the past that you've partaken
for the present you continue to effect change
for the future you always try to create.

for..?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

unspoken words (1)

the definite command of the upright outward facing palm
the definitive reference of the pointing finger
the directional guidance of the leftward pointing palm.

Monday, December 14, 2009

identity

who
me
you
he
she

them
us

ethnicity
races
faith

local/foreign
citizens

people

-

divisions:
characteristics / differences they may be, but these should never be allowed to divide us.
everyone of us.

"us" equates everyone

Thursday, December 03, 2009

youth

everyone has a different youth

some assumed more
some enjoyed more
not mutually exclusive, but more more and more

experiences that brings you round, round and round - nonetheless
perspectives added on, replaced or renewed.
right or wrong, judgement may not be of your call.

you gain some, you lose some
responsibilities you begin to hold
without a care at times you do follow

leave some space in the basket you're holding
for the yield of life's orchard is never ending.

there may be no cessation of youth
but when time flows, return it does not.
cherish the sweetness while it remains
also the anguish that takes you away

it all culminates in reminiscence and appreciation.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

you shouldn’t chase after the past

You shouldn’t chase after the past
or place expectations on the future.
What is past
is left behind.
The future
is as yet unreached.
Whatever quality is present
you clearly see right there,
right there.
Not taken in,
unshaken,
that’s how you develop the heart.
Ardently doing
what should be done today,
for — who knows? — tomorrow
death.
There is no bargaining
with Mortality & his mighty horde.

Whoever lives thus ardently,
relentlessly
both day & night,
has truly had an auspicious day:
so says the Peaceful Sage.

- Theravada Pali Canon, the Bhaddekaratta Sutra (MN 131)

Saturday, November 07, 2009

You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please---tame me!" he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. " Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."

"What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.

"You must be very patient," replied the fox. First you will sit down at a little distance from me -like that- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

The next day the little prince came back.

"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is ready to greet you ... One must observe the proper rites ..."

"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near---

"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."

"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."

"Yes that is so", said the fox.

"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.

"Yes that is so" said the fox.

"Then it has done you no good at all!"

"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added: "go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
-- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

extracted from: Things People Said: You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed : http://bit.ly/1O4JuW

Saturday, October 03, 2009

being subjective about deviation from objectivity towards subjectivity?

how about being objective about objectivity instead?

Monday, June 08, 2009

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

1 Corinthians 13

Love
1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

3 If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

10 but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.

11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

12 Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Monday, March 16, 2009

"Human beings are not aware of their assumptions and basic beliefs, much as fish are unaware of the water in which they live."
http://www.echeat.com/essay.php?t=25792

Monday, March 02, 2009

truths, pseudo truths, and untruths;
lies; pseudo lies and white lies.
not mutually exclusive.

-

people often tear down walls of the comfort zone that they choose to indulge in without realizing that they immediately come face to face to another set of walls that they require to identify and demolish before knowing what is actually going on.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

'cos someone said i was too logical.

bridges erected
bridges fall
-
fatigue cyclic loadings;
stress concentration points;
crack initiation origin(s);
crack propagation path;
failure cause, mech, defect, mode.
-
the day erected;
time passing by;
the load that it carried;
with eventful history;
familiar faces, always returning;
others may not.
-
intended functions
implicit purposes
the undefinable significance
-
bridges erected
bridges fell

it is not about what why when where who or how
it is not about the process, the emotions tha trigger the senses
but it's everything of the above.

or is it not?
there is no right or wrong.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

that peak cap
sits on the shelf in that lonely corner
dilapidated as it seems

the dreams it represented
the times it had brought one through
may never be so again,

so says the dust layer building up on the brim
for the integrity of the crest it represents
and the probity that one expects.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

without a care
do the leaves rustle?

the gusty wind bellows
with the chill sinking through.

deeply submerged
in reverie that breeds;

"perhaps", they say
as dawn comes breaking in