Freedom of Thought

Freedom of thought

Like a bird

Flying around the world



Like a phoenix

Burning up impurities to ashes



Like a snow-lion

Hunting high up in the mountains



Like a tiger

Roaming the dark wilderness



Like a tortoise

Shelled by the Dharma



Like a fish

In the pure River of Life



Like a bamboo tree

Up into the heavenly Sky



Like a lotus

To spread its inner beauty to the world



Like the wind

Like the sound

Like the energy of Love

Echoing throughout the Universe

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.

Tale: The False Prince Has Died

The False Prince has died.

An Everest like mountain he tried to climb

But he fell and died.

Tall and mighty was this mountain of Five Elements.

Difficult was its climb.

Dear reader,

Open your Heart and listen to the story of how the False Prince has died.


Once upon a time,

There was a False Prince

Who decided to climb up a mystical mountain.

A famous mountain this was;

Praised by many but known by few.

Few travelers returned to tell how they climbed it

Or whether they actually climbed it or died along the way.

This mountain was named The Divine Mountain of the Five Elements.


This False Prince was tired of his lifestyle,

Surrounded by luxuries,

He longed for adventure and excitement.

Thus he decided to climb it.

Worried about his fragile body,

His relatives and subjects tried to stop him.

But how stubborn he was!

He wouldn’t listen!

So the False Prince bid farewell to them

And he started his climb up this mystical mountain.

He climbed and climbed,

Slowly he became tired,

Exhausted actually,

As he was about to give up his journey,

A compassionate monk appeared and taught him the Buddha Dharma.

Soon the False Prince started to realize his True Self.

Suddenly, the Mountain of Five Elements erupted like a volcano

Sending hot lava everywhere,

While bursting open an ice cold waterfall,

Throwing all Elements out of balance.


This mighty explosion threw the False Prince off the mountain,

Free falling,

As all the elements disintegrated,

The False Prince’s body also disintegrated.

The False Prince has died.

The False Prince has died.

The False Prince has died.


Dear reader, remember how all things are impermanent in this life.

Like the False Prince,

You will soon die and your body disintegrate.

One hard to swallow reality this is

But sooner or later you will have to accept this.


Remember that compassionate monk in the story?

Yes, his Dharma teachings indeed saved the Prince’s soul.

And placed it in a new body.

This is no longer the body of the False Prince

But the body of the One.

The False Prince has died

Yet his True Self has been freed.







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.

Poem Earth Mother

Part I: Mother’s Suffering

To those who are fortunate enough to have been raised by a loving mother,

We learn that when our mothers suffer,

us children suffer.


When our mothers cry in physical pain,

us children wish that this pain was ours.

For she brought us into this world,

burdening herself with immeasurable pain,



Our mothers love us,

and we wish to re-pay this infinite given love,

back into their emptied hearts.

We wish the best for our mothers.


Dear brothers and sisters,

Above our beloved mothers.

lies the Earth Mother,

Sick and Crying.

She cries because of the suffering that us children have caused her.

Sickly, she still attempts to feed us,

nurture us with love,

whisper us the secret path to eternal happiness.

Yet most of us consider ourselves ‘too busy’ to listen to her sweet voice,

too important to care about these little things of life;

for we believe that what is crucial is to make a living,

not live the life that was given to us.


She cries and cries.

Her sweet river tears flow on to become salty.

The same salt that stings our wounded feet at the beach,

and cleanses it.

She cries cold and frozen tears atop the mountains,

yet we melt them away

because our bitter hearts have allowed the spread of an evil fire.

A system that consumes and consumes

Everything that our five senses can capture.


ps. I will be posting five more parts of this poem over time. All together this poem explores the suffering of the Earth Mother and the relationships between different elements following Wu Xing theory and Taoism. Thank you for reading! More will follow…

Poem Knowledge is Like a Boat


Knowledge is like a boat.



yet useful.


It carries us to places we want to go,

yet it doesn’t tell us how we got there.

And once we reach our destination,

we become content.


We praise ourselves,

our boats,

and our geniuses for building such a tool.

An useful tool but with small cracks.


Luckily this boat still floats.

It floats in calm waters,

wild waters,

blue waters and red waters.

Wherever and whenever our minds decide to drift away.


We drift and wander for days,

for months,

for years.

Still no firm land to step on.


All that is around is water.

Soft, transparent, emotional water.

It dances full of happiness,

with a slight touch of mockery.


Its soft voice gently calls us to dance with them

but we are too scared to do so.

Thus, we attach ourselves to this boat.

This boat we built with our own hands.


This boat has worked for us for so long.

It took us to places we wanted to go.

Why should we abandon it?

Why should we step outside, in the water, and drown?


Oh that tricky water,

that mysterious water,

that dances and mocks me.

I dislike you yet I want to be just like you.


So free,

so happy,

so naïve,

so unpredictable!


One day I will step out,

dance with you,

and be happy like you.

But for now I will stay on my boat and wander because I am afraid of you…


(This poem was written after getting inspired by the book Dao De Jing by Lao Tse and Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Both of these authors write about the hidden teaching from observing different element from the natural world -like water and rivers. After reading these books, I started to realize how water and rivers have a sacred and spiritual component within. It can teach us many lessons only if we observe and listen carefully. I invite you to read these two books if you want to learn more about the teachings in which this poem is rooted on. Here is a free link for Lao Tse’s book: