Like a Thread of Spider Web

In meditation

A deep realization

Cuts through the web of delusion

Enveloping Life.


“I shall live a long life,”

People think.

People hope.

People desire ardently.


Like spiders,

People weave webs

Of power and domination

To keep the weak captive

In structures of exploitation.


What a finely weaved cobweb!

The most ignorant bugs

Don’t even notice it.

They get enticed and entangled at once

And become food for these spiders.

Yet no matter how strong these webs are

These shall fall and disintegrate someday.


A strong gust of Wind comes

And carries everything away

All disappearing without a trace.

After certain periods of time

This cycle repeats itself.


Nothing escapes from the Wind,

And today I realized how fortunate I am

To be alive and part

Of this finely weaved web of Life.


Like a fine thread,

Circular shaped,

Empty in its core,

My life

Sways with the Wind,

This thread can break anytime

Yet such is the Beauty of life.

What a precious gift that is Life.


After all this time cycling,

I realize my little life

Is just this single thread

Swaying with the Wind

Connected to the master web of Life

Today I surrender myself to thy Beauty.




Like a Raindrop Falling Into the Sea

Waterdrop by MrMEEAN
Waterdrop by MrMEEAN

A raindrop falls into the sea

Sent from the Clouds above.

The impact sends ripples all around,

Circular ripples,

Concentrically spreading into the vastness of the sea.


The raindrop soon

Becomes attached to the sea,

Turning itself into seawater.


This rain drop was once sweet and pure

But it became salty.

Salty with the tears fallen into the sea of suffering.

So salty this water droplet became that it lost all of its past memories.

So cycling in the sea,

It remained.


Purposeless wandering,

Vangrantly flowing,

The little droplet was dragged,

Recklessly pushed around by currents,
Never stopping,

Dipping down into the deep sea,

Surfacing up,

And flowing in different directions.

So cycling in the sea

It remained.


Truth is that all things are impermanent

Thus came the day in which the once pure water droplet

Surfaced up.

The droplet was carried up on the back of a blind sea turtle.

Once the turtle rose up into the surface

The water droplet splashed into the air

And saw Everything,

The Beauty of Creation,

The vastness of the Sea of suffering,

The never-ending Horizon

Touching the Sky

With its Heavenly white clouds

And the Golden Sun.

Its warm rays embraced the water droplet,

Breaking its chains that bonded it to the Sea.

The once pure and sweet rain droplet was finally Awakened.

The little droplet remembered all of its past

And it became Free water vapor that ascended back into the welcoming Sky.

Story: A Bird Sets Flight (Part I)

A bird sets flight

From its warm, cozy family nest.

Its nest has become too small,

To fit its fully grown body.

Now its eyes can look beyond the nest.

Realizing how little it is,

And how vast is the world outside.

The bird’s heart has grown big,

Filled with illusive hopes,

Distorted dreams,

And skewed ideals.

Yet a tiny seed of enlightenment-wish slowly sprouted.

Witnessing much suffering around him,

The bird searched for a way to eternal Bliss.


Hahaha, haha, ha…

Other birds mocked and laughed at its hopes and dreams.

Labeling it as “stupid, naïve and idealistic.”

The more paternalistic bird relatives,

Told him to give up these ideals and simply go help out its bird parents.

Who labor everyday to bring nourishing food for you and your siblings.

How spoiled you are.

You haven’t experienced hardships in life, that’s why you hold these ideals.

Now go and work like all other birds.


Meanwhile the Wind gently caressed its rainbow colored feathers,

Inviting it to freely fly around the world.

Ignoring the other birds’ comments and remaining steadfast on its aspirations,

The bird contemplated:

Where shall I fly?



To the Land of Water

Where the mythical Black Tortoise resides.

With its cold winters,

And life remains dormant like glacial lakes.



To the Land of Fire

Where the legendary Vermilion Bird flies.

With its hot summers,

And life blooms like daisy flowers.



To the land of Wood

Where the mystical Azure Dragon roams.

With its windy spring seasons,

And life sprouts like scented grass covered in dew.



To the land of Metal

Where the fabled White Tiger lurks.

With its dry autumns,

And life withers like fallen leaves.


Or stay in the Center?

In the land of Earth

Where the legendary Yellow Dragon sits.

With its damp late summers,

And life ripens like sweet fruit.


Where to go?


A pure inner voice replied.


It’s all relative.


No external trip is worthwhile without an internal journey.


The purpose is to realize Being.


You little bird, like the pure hearted Tang pilgrim who journeyed West to fetch the Buddhist scriptures,

Will travel to where your Heart takes you.

Your path will not be easy.

You will face many hardships.

You will meet faithful travel companions who shall accompany you throughout your journey.

You will meet the fiery minded Monkey king,

The bodily attached Pig,

The emotional Friar Sand,

And the thinking Horse.


You will encounter and face demons,

Of all forms and shapes,

Snakes ,







All disguised and ready to trick the unmindful traveler.


When you are in distress,

Pray for help.

I, the compassionate Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara

Shall appear and with a gentle touch of the holy willow branch,

All negativity shall disappear;

Relieving all suffering,

Only leaving a trail of teachings on emptiness.


Get your swords of wisdom sharp!

Hold the prajna-paramita within your heart!

Morality clear!

Study the Scriptures and Sacred Texts!

Get ready for the journey!


Flap your wings o little bird!

And may you find the answers you seek and share them with all beings!


Guided by this pure voice,

The bird bid farewell to beloved family and friends.

It embarked in its prescribed journey.

Setting out into the cold, chaotic world.


The bird flapped its wings and its body took flight.

A body well fed and protected from physical suffering.

As it gained momentum,

The little bird was soon engulfed by the vast morning indigo sky.

The sun rose in the horizon,

The whole world seemed to be dancing in joy and excitement,

As bird’s life story slowly unfolded as if waking up from a dream.


This is the story of the bird that began its journey towards the other shore.


(To Be Continued…) Stay updated for the next blog entry. A heartfelt thank you for reading this. Hope you enjoyed it.

Waking Up / Awakening Up

Pipiipiiipi, pipiipiiipi,

Alarm clock ringing,

Banging my head,

Shattering it into shards of broken thoughts,

To do lists…

Worries, fears and temptations.


A voice within says,


“I need to wake up”.


My body says,

“Why should I wake up?”

“I am warm and numb under these layers of blankets.”

“Covering me, protecting me from all chaos outside.”

“It’s cold and I don’t feel like moving. ”

“I am fine right here.”

So I remain numb and warm.


Dreaming, constructing and experiencing illusive worlds of

Comfort, temptations and pleasures.

But I still suffer somehow.

I am still unhappy,

While dream worlds arise and vanish,

Its process speeds up in an attempt to cover its own system flaws.

These flaws I notice yet I remain in this dreamlike world.

Numb, warm and lost.


Tired of cycling through bubble like dreams,

A voice whispers,

“It’s enough. I’m done with this! I am going to count down from ten and WAKE UP!”

Time passed as follows:

TEN years took Ulysses on his journey back home.

NINE muses needed to appear to inspire this poem.

EIGHT Immortals had to cross the sea together for a heavenly banquet.

SEVEN Pleiades sisters had to escape Orion to become stars.

SIX spheres of samsara one has to cycle through to plant the seed of liberation,

FIVE elements one needs to harmonize to grasp the Way,

FOUR Noble Truths one needs to internalize to find Nirvana,

THREE to understand Trinity,

TWO opposites to balance Ying Yang,

ONE to make sense of it All under God.


And I get out of bed!

It’s freezing cold outside.

I shake and tremble,

I mumble,

“Why did I do this?”

Then I go outside for a walk.

Light comes and dances with me,

Looking up,

The Dharma Sun shines

And warms me up,

From the heart,

Inside out,

Re-igniting the long lost spirit fire

That will light its way to true Awakening.

Parents Endmiration


Majestically standing,

Glamorously dressed,

Shining tears into my eyes.

Filling my heart with honor and gratefulness

For being born as their child.


So hard-working,


Filled with parental love

That I cannot understand nor grasp.

For I have no kids,

No mouths to feed,

No dirty clothes to wash,

No business to keep,

No burdens to carry until

I fall flat on the floor.

Stripped naked of all accumulated wealth.

Pillaged by flesh eating worms.


Dear beloved parents,

Thank you for giving part of yourselves to create me,

Raise me into the person I am today,

For softening the crusted earth around me

So a tiny sprout can grow and joyfully dance with the wind.


It might be that you expect me to

Grow tall and big

To give you shade as you age,

as your skin wrinkles and peels itself burned by the Dharma Sun.


Desperately, you tried to shelter me from the skin burning Sun.

In darkness I stayed yet its rays would always sneak through the curtain covered windows

And tickle me little by little until I realized Its Existence.


As I grew upwards into the clouds,

Always striving to fulfill your expectations

To become that utopian perfect child that I imagined I could become,

I lost my self-image.

Until I decided to find myself in the mirror,

All I saw in the reflection was a rag doll mended with hand sewn patches.

Rebelling, I decided to break the mirror and pull up the curtains,

So I could see my own true reflection through the glass window.


Zas! Curtains up! Blinded. Skin burned by the sun.

In the midst of suffering,

I looked outside into the window and saw no reflection of myself,

Only children joyfully playing,

Emerald trees dancing in the wind.

Birds feeding from the earth.

Transparent rivers strolling in zig-zag.

All under the Dharma Sun in the sky.


Majestically standing,

Glamorously dressed in gold.

Shinning tears into my eyes.

Filling my heart with love  and gratefulness

For being born as Its child.


I bow to you Dharma Sun. If I ever find the path out of worldly suffering, may I return and liberate you my beloved parents!

Poem: Connecting Your Heart (Part I)

Part I

As I sit writing this poem,

The chair made by a worker machine supports my weight.

My feet touches the ground and it supports me.

Burning coal factories fire the electricity to the lamp above.

This air I breathe in and out is shared among all.

The water I need flows through all, unevenly.

These clothes I wear were made by factory workers from all around the world,

Most likely trapped in low wage work in order to survive this hierarchical world.

An organized, globalized world, fueled by desires for wealth, fame and power.

Projected through the lens of a prescribed system often called capitalism.


An abstract system that categorizes and divides real life according to

So called laws of demand and supply,

Shareholder value,

Price and other fancy names that express no meaning at all,

For they are all empty.


Empty of its own inherent existence,

Empty from the only thing that makes them real,


A Searcher’s Dilemma

Static, I feel.

Enslaved by my inabilities.

Thus I am striving,

I am pursuing.


Pursuing dreams,

Dreaming for a better life,

Living for the chase,

Chasing but not finding.


Down and desperate,

I sit and wonder…


Suddenly, jolts of Buddha Dharma strike me.


Am I really static?

No, indeed I am impermanent.

Like a flowing river heading towards the sea.

Dynamic and ever-shifting, I am.


Being static is a mere illusion,

Like clouds it gradually fills my mind.

Thus I meditate on the wind like impermanence.

And realize that the wheel of life is always turning.

Whether I want, feel, sense it or not.


Then I realize that my inabilities,

Don’t actually enslave me.

But my incessant striving does.

It prevents me to flow with the currents of the river of life.


Why swim against these currents?

It is an attempt doomed to failure.

Just stop, take a deep breath and let the currents propel you.

Into your unknown true path.