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.

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Mother once said that

Life is like a shadow puppet show

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Leather or paper figures,

A light source,

And its shadows will dance,

Sing,

Fight,

Love,

Be merry,

Crave,

War,

Kill,

Lie,

All in front of the double veil

Of light and shadow

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Mother once whispered that

We are spirit

Our bodies are just shells

Performing theatrical roles

As given by the Lord

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Mother once hinted

That Life’s plays are many

(Make sure to perform them)

(And continue this cycle)

Find a good partner,

Marry,

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

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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)

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Dukkha,

Insatisfaction,

Suffering,

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,

Jobs,

Houses,

People want more and more,

More wealth,

Respect,

Fame,

Power,

Oh Happiness always seems fleeting away…

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The shadow puppet show continues…

Characters continue recycling

The music continues…

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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

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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

Listen ungrateful child

In dedication to the cuckoo who taught gratefulness,

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Oh ungrateful child

You are a tough one

To conquer

See my sword of wisdom

I shall slash you into little little pieces

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Go cry for your mother and father!

That little pain you have in your

Back, neck and head

For just working a few hours in the restaurant

That is nothing compared to the twenty years of work
That they endured to send you to school,

College and roaming around the world

You think that you deserve better

With your college educated skills

But can those feed and sustain you?

As of now you are alive

Because of the restaurant

You say you want to change the system

Benefit the workers

But you, privileged one

Leave work before the shift ends

Hypocrite

You say you want

To become a writer

Then write

About the contradictions in your life

You ungrateful child

No, life is not that easy

Not at all

This restaurant of yours

Was not easy to build

Can you hear that vicious laughter and mockery

Your parents received

When they had to beg and borrow money?

“You crazy fools!

It will never succeed!”

The ‘shit’ they had to take from

Relatives, ‘friends’ and customers

Would make you weep for days and days

Oh if you heard those stories

Aren’t you protected from the sorrows of the world?

And you are still ungrateful for it?

Change your ways before it’s too late

Redeem your sins and negative karma

Ungrateful fool!

Your reality was projected to you

In order for you to transcend it

Fill your heart with Gratefulness and Love

And you shall overcome it

Yes if you listen and do so

Those encaging walls shall crumble

Those snakes shall be wiped away

Love, teamwork and cooperation

Shall arise

And indeed the world will change!

Change your ways before it’s too late my friend

Listen to my words, ungrateful child

The Hypocrisy of In Between

In between worlds

I stand adrift in my little boat

In the vast ocean of samsara

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Sometimes energetic

Sometimes lost and confused

Sometimes Oppressor

Sometimes Oppressed

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Such is the hypocrisy

Of in between worlds

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Denying the Oppressor

Denied by the Oppressed

Wearing Oppressor clothes

Eating Oppressor food

Venturing out to ‘serve’ the Oppressed

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Such is the hypocrisy

Of in between worlds

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It might be that

In the eyes of the Oppressed

I’m still the Oppressor

With a foolish smile

And foolish acts

What a foolish child!

It might be that

In the eyes of the Oppressor

I am an ungrateful child

That eats the food but does not repay back the kindness

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Such is the hypocrisy of in between worlds

Alone, lost and confused

I stand adrift

In my little boat

In the ocean of samsara

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The sail is torn

The mast is loose

The stern is cracked

The cracks are leaking

The boards are molding

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Oh bodhicitta boat

Break not

Don’t break

Until we reach the Other shore

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The egotistical fool in me

Thought I could ferry

The Oppressors and the Oppressed

In my little boat

Together

To the Other shore

How foolish!

How can the blind lead the blind?

Let go and find yourself the Way

Only then you can return to fetch

Those who are ready to depart

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Oh bodhicitta boat

Break not

Don’t break

Until we reach the Other shore

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The winds of time whisper

Ten years took Ulysses

To finally reach Home

See those mermaids

Beware

See those sorceresses and nymphs

Beware

Watch out for the one-eyed cyclope

The cannibals

Serpents

You’ll encounter them

Just take heed

Wondering sailor

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All things are impermanent

Indeed

You’ll realize this

Sooner or later

The hypocrisy of in between worlds

Shall cease

Get hold of your little boat

Make repairs if you need

Look into the deep horizon

Can’t you see?

You are not alone

There are many bodhicitta boats

Adrift in the sea

You’ll soon meet them

You can sit, converse and chat

And continue journeying

Towards the Other shore

Like a Raindrop Falling Into the Sea

Waterdrop by MrMEEAN http://mrmeean.deviantart.com/
Waterdrop by MrMEEAN http://mrmeean.deviantart.com/

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.

Emptiness For…

I feel empty,

Wanting something,

Wishing something.

Is it desire?

Is it passion?

Is it wealth or fame?

 

Tempted by wordly pleasures,

My mind lingers in confusion.

Yet the ray of impermanence strikes,

All these desires would make sense if the body was eternal,

But it is NOT.

It shall soon rot and decompose.

 

What should I do then?

To accept Death as it is.

And use all your time in this temporal world to fully, truly,

Practice the Eternal,

That is Love my friend,

Fully Love in gratefulness,

In mindfulness,

In truthfulness.

Fill yourself with Love,

And you shall free yourself from Death!

Poem: Impermanence

Impermanence,

Something people fail to understand.

We rush, plan our lives

But it slips away from the cracks of our hand.

 

We attempt to grab it,

Store it,

Maximize it,

The fleeting youth dragging our empty bodies.

 

Impossible task,

For all creation shall be destroyed one day,

It is far beyond us.

It is just that we fail to accept this piercing truth.

 

Instead, we create red and rosy parallel universes,

And throw our bodies into them.

Free falling into the inescapable darkness,

We blindly convince ourselves that death and suffering do not exist.

We hope that worldly attachments would amper our falls.

 

Like broken nets,

Attachments are mere illusions.

We fall and fall deeper,

These parallel universes crumble on its own emptiness.

Only when we hit the ground and come face to face with Death and Suffering,

We realize that Love and Dharma are the only treasures we had in life.