When you meet another bird

When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Wow I’m not that special

Just a wondering bird among many

Perched in this world-tree


When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Your worries, attachments and cravings

Fall down like cold snow

As it touches the witnessing Earth

It becomes the cool stream

That flows and flows and flows

Oh this stream has flowed through

Rivers and mountains and forests

And so it shall continue to be


When you meet another bird

You learn to be Free

Dharma and Love are not mutually exclusive

Love is Freedom

Not the egocentric selfish cage

That imprisons the soul

So be Free little bird

Fly and go see the world

Experience it and suffer from it

To finally internalize Buddha’s Noble Truths


Oh Lord Buddha

When will I stop craving?

The bird sings

You have a long way to go


When you flow through

Enough lives and experiences and sufferings

You will let go

Let go of all

And dwell in Nothingness

Letter to an immigrant worker 18.01.2016


Bourgeois writer who is trying to break Free

Somewhere in a privileged bourgeois housing

January 18th 2016


Brother immigrant worker from the grocery store

Somewhere in Brooklyn

Near St. Mary’s Episcopal Church


Dear brother immigrant worker from the grocery store,

As I marched along with brothers and sisters for Reclaim MLK Rally and March held in Brooklyn NYC, I walked past the shop where you work at. You saw us holding signs with messages like “Ningún Humano Es Illegal” and “End ICE/Police Terror Against Black and Brown People” while screaming “Stop Deportation!” Part of me was questioning myself why am I doing this? Would this really make a difference? Am I one of those egotistical privileged ‘Americans’ who are attempting to prove themselves that they are good people? I am wondering if you thought to yourself, what the heck are these foolish black, brown, white, and asian kids doing here? Don’t they have anything else to do? Don’t they have jobs, here I am working my ass off… Maybe you didn’t think like this at all, you know sometimes I overthink a lot, I try to guess what others are thinking hm I think I developed this because I have sorta inferiority complex so I try to convince myself that I know what others are thinking and that makes me feel good about myself almost like a mind-reading superhero haha don’t mind my foolishness and just to let you know I do mumble a lot sometimes. Brother but that smile of yours did something to me… That moment when you saw us marching and I saw you rushing to call your fellow co-workers and you all walked outside the grocery shop smiling and cheering for us – your smile pierced me like a flaming arrow! It sorta melted my icy-frozen heart and dam it was sure cold outside I think 18  Farenheit or -8  Celsius. My toes and hands were freezing and I curled and tucked my chin under the zipped collar of my coat in order warm myself up. Breathing under the collar helped me to warm myself a little bit but that smile of yours it just melted my heart. Please don’t misinterpret my words. I mean I saw through you, I saw through your loneliness, pain and discrimination you face everyday in this country that doesn’t welcome you and treats you like an object to be manipulated, used and thrown away just like this consumerist society does with all its products sold in the grocery shop you work at. I can somehow sense that this makes you feel like shit like you are something less than a human while you try to survive in this country that claims to live by the words “We the People”. I have witnessed that you are not considered part of “We the People” because you were not born here and you are undocumented – oh the authorities stab you time after time with the sharp as a knife word “ILLEGAL” and the common people follow blindly their actions . Brother I saw through you and witnessed the deep painful cuts in your heart. Oh these are still bleeding so much these cuts so much blood yes I saw them in a flash, in that smile of yours that blossomed with hope like a butterfly breaking out of its prison-like pupa. And you were dying almost dead but you broke free from that hopeless existence in which you almost begun to internalize from these hateful voices in your head: “You worthless piece of shit. Go back to your country.” You actually started to believe that you were less than a human as these voices from this oppressive system want you to believe and act so. These hateful voices they slowly start to crawl upon your being and eat into the deep cuts of your heart. And besides those hateful voices there is that hateful piercing stare by the customers who walk past you without acknowledging your existence as a human being imprisoned in a shitty job in which you try to perform your best I know you do my brother. You take all kinds of shit in order to send money to your family back home or maybe they are here with you in this country. I am starting to feel your pain brother. Ungrateful bastards! “I am the one who carries those back-breaking heavy boxes with fruits, vegetables and goodies and arranges them nicely so you can hoard it into your shopping basket, pay with a swipe of your credit card or cash if you prefer and leave the store satisfied like nothing really had happened.” I’m sorry here I am putting words that I am not really sure if you actually think this way. I’m sorry I have episodes of schizophrenic White Man’s Burden as I write this letter to you. My ego and my college education ingrained savior complex act like a wild monkey in my head sometimes. I am sorry I am putting words into a voice that is supposedly yours. I know I am practicing what many writers of bourgeoisie background do, to impose upon you their observations of you and your struggles. But, but that smile of yours, it did something to me I don’t know… your smile somehow kindled my heart and it tells me to write and write so here I am writing. Today is indeed an auspicious day, I mean it’s Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday yes that was the reason why we marched from St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Brooklyn past the grocery store you work at. You know I think I am starting to sense that Martin Luther King Jr. didn’t really die! I believe his Love made him immortal! Yes he stills lives in each of one of our hearts burning to be awakened to the magic that is All-encompassing Love! No person, organization or state can kill someone burning with that Divine Love! Actually by killing them they actually help them complete their purpose on Earth, to awaken fellow beings to the beyond powerful power of Love! My dear brother, today I gain courage to say “I Love You” and I am starting to feel your pain, your struggle, your impotence and fear because any day the police or ICE (Immigration Customs Enforcement) can raid your house and deport you, your friends and family members if they are undocumented and staying in this country. I wish I could help you more my brother but as of now all I can say is a heartfelt “I Love You” and that I am here for you. You know I am still battling my wild monkey like ego and I am still very selfish because I seek personal happiness over the happiness of others. And I do have with lots and lots of flaws, imperfections and I am quite delusional as you can see though this letter. But I do strongly believe that Love is the key! Yes Love is the key! So let’s march together my brother let’s march! Let’s march for a better world in which Love burns and burns through people’s hearts!


With Love,

The bourgeois writer who is trying to break Free


What am I?

What am I?

I ask myself

Flowing with life


I am not a writer

I lack wisdom to teach

Though I observe

Anthropologist I am not

Discipline I lack

To become a real researcher

I am active but not really an activist

I care but I am not a social worker

Connecting people I like

But community organizer I am not

I can take some photographs

But photographer I am not

I like to paint

But not really an artist

I can dance sometimes

Though bboy I am not

I enjoy playing with words

But poet I am not


What? What am I then?

I ask myself

Contemplating life unfolding


Am I that tiny little bird that sings perched on a blossoming plum tree?

Am I that tree that stands facing the unforgiving change of seasons?

Am I that clinging leaf that falls while pondering its impermanence?

Oh Mother Earth are you going to embrace me soon?

Am I that tingling morning dew dripping into the eternal river

That flows and flows through

Mountains and valleys and plains

To finally empty itself into the Sea


What? I am nothing really?


I must be something

Hm maybe I am nothing yet something at the same time

I don’t know

I am quite confused


Oh! Perhaps I am a confused bird singing perched on a blossoming plum tree with leaves filled with dew dripping into the eternally flowing river flowing towards the Sea emptying itself…

Oh I see you now ego! It’s nice to meet you my dear ego trying to be someone, to become something darn we do have a long journey ahead and lots of suffering on its way so let us wish ourselves a bon voyage towards the Sea it’s going to be a rough ride home

streaming from a humble Chinese restaurant

I the ungrateful child of a restaurant have searched all around the world for solutions to my sufferings and I have been propelled back to you time after time until I finally realize that I failed to be grateful to you dear humble restaurant you are like my mother and father you have given me a roof a shelter you have given me food and nourished me to become who I am today you have sent me to school to college and traveling all around the world and here I am back to you my dear humble Chinese restaurant with all your flaws and imperfections please forgive me in failing to appreciate you the smell of stir fried oil the brothers and sisters within you who cook and serve all the customers that stop by for Chinese food please forgive me that I didn’t appreciate your blood sweat and tears dripped into the plates of food that you serve I know you have your own flaws but you are what you are as of now you might be part of a capitalist system that exploits its workers and condemns them to lots of suffering but I know you will be continuing your process of self-actualization and I know you will change someday somehow because you have too in order to survive and sustain yourself so let us be here and now and I am no longer shameful to say I love you and I am part of you and we shall never be separated my dear humble Chinese restaurant you are me and I am you in an imperfect world seeking transformation so I shall continue my journey flowing filled with love your bird child