If you love, then you can see everything.
You can see anything.
Without torturing your brain,
Without hurting your heart,
You can see everything.
Even though she is wrapped in thick fur like a polar bear,
Even though she is hiding deep in the London fog,
Even though she is embedded in a night packed with stars,
No matter what and how she does,
You can see everything of her,
‘Cause you love her.
What a relief!
You don’t have to get exhausted,
While trying to undress her piece by piece
As if you are peeling an onion.
Instead, what you need is love!
If you love, then you can see everything.
Everything, everything, everything…
Tasted it? Nah!
I never even peeped at
the watchtower so its touch
that’s felt like mother’s bosom
only can be imagined
through memories of other watchtowers.
I’ve heard that passing through a slightly bulging plain
would lead you to a small forest.
That’s just a rumor since I’ve never seen
a single tree in the forlorn forest where
traces of a few deer were rolling around and
a small pond whose depth is unfathomable
is longing for anglers.
I am wondering if any fish are living in there.
Over that there is a mysterious valley that
is emitting a scent of chrysanthemum and
can be seen only in dreams.
Where is the butter in my mouth?
A hungry wolf
Is being plunged deep
The wolf has to tear
Lamb’s flesh and
Drink its blood but
No lamb will be eaten
Willingly and pleasantly, so
The meal is not
For enjoying but
For just stuffing in empty stomach.
The satiety after meal
Turns into a void in no time, but
The wolf is submerged into sorrow
While seeking a flock of sheep again.
A thinking wolf
Who tells a wolf to think?
A wolf trying to be a human
Tear flesh and
Drink blood too?
no matter how deep our love is
deeper valley separates us –
‘man vs. woman’.
‘woman for woman’ –
son’s determination for not getting married
(which should be a joke, I hope)
could be a proof that
his father’s life
wouldn’t be worth being copied.
a grumpy expression of happiness?
I could get joy from cleaning my house.
Is that even feasible, practical?
House cleaning is a chore, a vicious animal
In which I try to find an excuse
For skipping this or next week
No matter how freakily the excuse would creak.
Now I say ‘joy’ out of cleaning my house?
Well, am I trying to squeeze joy out of nothing
‘Cause I can’t find any joy in this world of constant bumping?
This was true, however, no matter how dingy.
I enjoyed the clean house because I didn’t clean,
But Roomba, a dumb robot but smart enough to clean,
Did. The only thing I did was to make the house filthy.
This is exactly what the sacraments of Reconciliation is all about.
I sin, but Confession cleanses me without any of my efforts.
The only thing I do is to make myself a dirty and unclean snout.
I see clean me and is joyous.
I got joy because I don’t do anything to avoid my spiritual drought.
The not-so-dumb priest does just like Rooma does for my house!
This shouldn’t be a joy of cleaning
But a joy of doing nothing?
Then why can’t I enjoy Confession and rarely do?
This is one of many mysteries of faith with hue.
Now, dumb Roomba is gone.
Holy Confession is gone.
I clean my house myself
‘Cause she says smiling, “I like the clean house”.
Then I clean my sins myself?
‘Cause she says giggling, “I love the clean man.”?
i like a brazen woman.
i like a brazen bad woman even more
i like a brazen bad devout woman more and more
i like a brazen bad devout religious woman the most
who stops at nothing to enjoy life and
just like the woman who committed adultery and
was dragged over to Jesus by
she is truly attractive, enchanting, sexy…
you name it
I am a bad man
pondering the meaning of ‘woman’
At the final stage of a self-proclaimed prophet,
He dreams a beautiful ending.
The empty room gives him a sweet smile.
This farewell moment would be as great as it gets.
Nobody for him to say good-bye,
Nobody to say to him good-bye,
This is the true END!
He can just disappear into thin air
Without flowery-adorned words,
After gazing at the void for 10 minutes..no 15…
His beautiful daydream is shattered into millions of atoms,
When the room is packed with passionate-looking people.
This is not the ending he expected, but
When people gives him a lump of gold for farewell gift,
The ending is even more beautiful?
Now he, a little bit confused, is gazing at the gold,
Pondering the meaning of a prophet,
No matter self-proclaimed or God-anointed.
After 80 years of living in dreary wasteland,
Moses starts to dream a dream and
Suddenly He sees a burning bush.
Shocked by his dream that comes true,
Moses tries to flee but
Gives way to the weight of the dream,
Which has the Promised Land.
After decades of living in fantasy,
I start to dream a dream in flying colors.
What would be my burning bush
Which shows the Rose Garden?
Good to know
I am not Moses.
a grounded airplane that can’t fly
is just a piece of junk with no paws
it’s no sin ‘cause
it has no power to make itself fly
a torpid bird that won’t fly
is just a piece of meat with no guffaws
it’s a sin ‘cause
it has power to make itself fly
which one are you?
if you think you deserve your due
come out to the light and
dance in the bright
it’s a sin if you don’t
you will end up dead if you don’t
you have no option
it’s the next dimension
you can’t miss
Just like Jesus collapsed totally
On the cross
I might collapse completely
On my life’s loss
Just like Jesus had a hidden property
That is called Heaven
I have a secret prop
That is hidden in my head
Just like Jesus lost everything
In this world
And was buried in the dark
I should give up living
On my promised land
And sleep in the empty park?
Just like Jesus claimed his foreground
Through need-to-believe resurrection
I hope I can restore my fortune
Through need-to-know rescue operation
But, do I have my heaven?