Mother’s wisdom

A dear teacher once taught me that everyday should be mother’s day. Though mother’s day is a highly commercialized  and profitable day, its vibe still gives me a boost of energy to be grateful for mother.


Mother once said that

Life is like a shadow puppet show



Leather or paper figures,

A light source,

And its shadows will dance,




Be merry,





All in front of the double veil

Of light and shadow


Mother once whispered that

We are spirit

Our bodies are just shells

Performing theatrical roles

As given by the Lord


Mother once hinted

That Life’s plays are many

(Make sure to perform them)

(And continue this cycle)

Find a good partner,


Have children,

Get a house,

A job that sustains,

Be a filial son to your aging parents

Don’t expect too much

Enough is enough

Life is not easy dear

Too many hardships indeed


Mother once explained

That all that I have now

Food, house, freedom and privilege

Took more than twenty years of suffering

To make this all happen for me,

The next generation

I need to be grateful for it

(Though we all still experience Dukkha)





Dwells in the minds of the majority of people,

I am one of those 99%,

It seems like everyone lives unsatisfied about something:

People want Better,

Better parents,



People want more and more,

More wealth,




Oh Happiness always seems fleeting away…


The shadow puppet show continues…

Characters continue recycling

The music continues…


Oh little bird,

There is no escape

From Dukkha,

Even the mighty Monkey-King

Could not leap away

From Buddha’s palm

Accept the Noble Truths


When the puppet show seems too convincing,

When the shadows seem too real,

When the veils too blinding,

Mother shall embrace you

Fully and warmly

In that circle of emptiness

The house is on fire

Homage to Lord Buddha and the Fire Sutra,

Homage to the cuckoo messenger,

Homage to the Heart that lights the way,


If I continue let this fire burn

I’ll burn myself to death


If I continue let this fire burn

I’ll burn myself to death


Everything is


From eyes,

To ears,





To the six objects of senses,

To the six consciousness…


If I continue let this fire burn

I’ll burn myself to death


Shit, help…


Such is the urgency

Of stopping this fire

Like a man stuck in a burning house

Fighting its way out


Without anything to lose

Its walls are crumbling

Yes its walls are crumbling

The Heart shall be the light

The little light I see

I shall follow you

My dear



Letting go

Go ego

Let go

You have created me

So much pain


Go away

Or you shouldn’t go?

What would happen to Me?

Would I vanish into thin air


And stop writing?


Am I really the writer?

Or the observer?

Hm am I the narrator?

Or the one silently watching

Life folding and unfolding itself?


I see now

I am the one who takes up the heavy burden

I am the one who carries the heavy rucksack on my back

Oh it hurts so much

On my back, neck and head

I see now

It’s time to let go

Letting go

That is the Path


Really it’s not about taking more in

But of letting go

Flow on with the River


Burden not

Yourself with changing the world

It’s about letting go

Your ego is

The most destructive,






Patriarchal force

In this world

If you let go of it

The world will change accordingly

Sounds simple right?

No it’s quite difficult

But not impossible

This process might take

Lives and lives

But it’s better to start late than never

Just let go


Remember the story of Lord Buddha and the Brahmin

With a flower offering?

Buddha told him

Let go

The Brahmin switched the flower

From his right to his left hand

Buddha told him

Let go

He dropped the flower

Buddha told him again

Let go

Startled, the Brahmin replied

I am empty handed

There is nothing I can let go of

Lord Buddha replied

I did not mean the flower

But of your clinging mind

The Six Dusts, the Six Sense-Faculties and the six Sense-Consciousness

Just let go

And change will come…


I, Blind

I, blind

Tell myself

How can the blind lead the blind

Being blinded

Banished from light

Yet able to hear the cries of suffering

How can I blind lead the blind?

I tell myself

Suffering in darkness

Conscious of my blindness

I search for any source of Light

Within that shall light its way

Towards Seeing

Truth as it is

One day I shall see the Light

I tell myself

Either this or next lifetime

One day

I shall see the Light

Or die in darkness trying…


When You Have Desire For

When you have desire for

Some’thing’ or some’one’

And you strive to take possession of that object

How naïve you are

In believing that others don’t crave these also

And such is the beginning of the cycle of suffering


When you had desire for

Some’thing’ or some’one’

And you strove to take possession of that object

How naïve you were

In believing that others didn’t crave these also

And such is the beginning of the cycle of suffering


When you will have desire for

Some’thing’ or some’one’

And you will strive to take possession of that object

How naïve you will be

In believing that others will not crave these also

And such is the beginning of the cycle of suffering

How Can I Not?

Time has passed by

Like a gust of wind

A bird gets ready to fly

Oh so hard it is

To say goodbye


Oh attachments

To home and not-home


Is it still home?

Where the heart still longs

For something


Long gone



It might be

That this precious Truth

Is right here

Next to me

How painful it is

That I can’t see?


Some people

Call it Love

But I can’t feel it

Perhaps a little sprout

Deeply planted

In layers and layers

Of illusive existence


How can I accept an illusory role

Prescribed by a system

Engineered to keep me

A passive victim

That blindly and silently


What others are expecting


To do?


What is ‘Me’?

I am my mother

My father

Brothers and sisters


Creators of my kinship

I am more than my blood

I am the tree that I used to love

I am the river that I used to swim

I am the clouds that I used to dream

I am earth mother desperately crying for help

I am heavenly father who gave me a soul and guides me with Love


How can I accept

Seeing ‘me’

All my loved ones

Trapped in illusion


Karmic sea of Suffering?


How can I not

Attempt to find a way out?


How can I not?

Build a boat

Search and wander in the sea

To finally find a ferryman

Who agrees

To take me to the other shore


Oh that sweet home

Where the heart longs no more

Where home is here




At the same time


If I do reach my destination

You will see

That you are ‘me’

Simply Free


You will realize

That indeed

You have agency

To build your own boat

Search and wander

Meet your ferryman

And see ‘me’

On the other shore


True Home this is

Where the heart longs no more.


The Cuckoo Sings

The cuckoo sings

Good news it brings

To my small cage

Of worldly things.


Please teach me

And set me free

My cuckoo friend


In an old cage I am,

Dirty cage

Worldly cage

Of birth, old age and death.


Please teach me

And set me free

My cuckoo friend


I wished that all birds like me

Could all be free

So I left your side

To help them break free

But nobody listened to me

Everyone is too busy

With worldly business

And since I am weak in the Dharma

Stuck in the cage I became

Suffering I am


Please teach me

And set me free

My cuckoo friend


Now I learned

That I can’t teach

Liberate anyone.

It’s all a construction of the ego.

It’s all about self-liberation


Whoever is tired of the saltiness of the Ocean of suffering

Will search for the purity of the sweet River


May all beings one day break free from this salty Ocean

May they find the source of the River of Life!


It’s time to emerge from the Ocean

Climb up the Mountain of Truth

And find the Source!


Please guide me

Dear cuckoo friend.