Sunday, April 19, 2009

The Human Condition: Lost in thought - STILLNESS SPEAKS, by Eckhart Tolle

Most people spend their entire life imprisoned within the confines of their own thoughts.
They never go beyond a narrow, mind-made, personalized sense of self that is conditioned by the past.

In you, as in each human being, there is a dimension of consciousness far deeper than thought.
It is the very essence of who you are.
We may call it presence, awareness, the unconditioned consciousness.
In the ancient teachings, it is the Christ within, or your Buddha nature.

Finding that dimension frees you and the world from the suffering you inflict on yourself and others when the mind'made 'little me' is all you know and runs your life.
Love, joy, creative expansion, and lasting inner peace cannot come into your life except through that unconditioned dimension of consciousness.
If you can recognize, even occasionally, the thoughts that go through your mind as simply thoughts, if you can witness your own mental-emotional reactive patterns as they happen, then that dimension is already emerging in you as the awareness in which thoughts and emotions happen - the timeless inner space in which the content of your life unfolds.
The stream of thinking has enormous momentum that can easily drag you along with it.
Every thought pretends that it matters so much.
It wants to draw your attention in completely.
Here is a new spiritual practice for you: don't take your thoughts too seriously.
How easy it is for people to become trapped in their conceptual prisons.
The human mind, in its desire to know, understand, and control, mistakes its opinions and viewpoints for the truth.

It says: this is how it is.
You have to be larger than thought to realize that however you interpret 'your life' or someone else's life or behavior, however you judge any situation, it is no more than a viewpoint, one of may possible perspectives.
It is no more than a bundle of thoughts.
But reality is one unified whole, in which all things are interwoven, where nothing exists in and by itself.
Thinking fragments reality - it cuts it up into conceptual bits and pieces.
The thinking mind is a useful and powerful tool, but it is also very limiting when it takes over your life completely, when you don't realize that it is only a small aspect of the consciousness that you are.

The realm of consciousness is much vaster than thought can grasp.
When you no longer believe everything you think, you step out of thought and see clearly that the thinker is not who you are.

The mind exists in a state of 'not enough' and so is always greedy for more.
When you are identified with mind, you get bored and restless easily.
Boredom means the mind is hungry for more stimulus, more food for thought, and its hunger is not being satisfied.

When you feel bored, you can satisfy your mind's hunger by picking up a magazine, making a phone call, swtiching on the TV, surfing the web, going shopping, or - and this is not uncommon - transferring mental sense of lack and its need for more to the body and satisfy it briefly by ingesting more food.

Or you can stay bored and restless and observe what it feels like to be bored and restless.
As you bring awareness to the feeling, there is suddenly some space and stillness around it, as it were.
A little at first, but as the sense of inner space grows, the feeling of boredon will begin to diminish in intensity and significance.
So even boredom can teach you who you are and who you are not.
You discover that a 'bored person' is not who you are.
Boredom is simply a conditioned energy movement within you.
Neither are you an angry, sad, or fearful person.
Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not 'yours', not personal.
They are conditions of the human mind.
They come and go.
Nothing that comes and goes is you.
'I am bored.' Who knows this?
'I am angry, sad, afraid.' Who knows this?
You are the knowing, not the condition that is known.
Prejudice of any kind implies that you are identified with the thinking mind.
It means you don't see the other human being anymore, but only your own concept of that human being.
To reduce the aliveness of another human being to a concept is already a form of violence.

There is an aliveness in you that you can feel with your entire Being, not just in the head.
Every cell is alive in that presence in which you don't need to think.
Yet, in that state, if thought is required for some practical purpose, it is there. The mind can still operate, and it operates beautifully when the greater intelligence that YOU ARE uses it and expresses itself through it.


I laffed till I cried
Cried till I feel the pain, I don't know why
Why should there be pain, I often asked
Asked but there is no apparent answers
Answers not yet surfaced for questions I posed
Posed up to Heaven
Heaven said that I can wait
Wait for how much more longer
Longer I stay, the more I realize its worth
Worth nothing more to stay
Stay, so no more
More close to home than I realize
Realize that everything is coming to an end


Young or old, childish or matured
Educated or experienced, book smarted or street smart
Lovable or sinister, genuine or pretentious
Rich or poor, healthy or sick
A friend or a foe, near or far
Anyone is capable of hurting another
Everyone is capable of feeling the hurt
Irony is ....
Everyone always do unto others what others have done to you - Why?
Eventhough it is meant to be
Don't do unto others what you don't want others to do unto you - How?

Helpless and speechless
Most precious things are becoming meaningless.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


I have been young and naive
Where dreams are simple,
I just want to live
And never thought it will be complicated.

A tiny town
Of old friend and close family,
I packed and leave home
And to the big city, I live.

Once young, and then I grown
Old dreams discarded, and now new,
Once I have someone
Then I am faced with something I have never knew.

But I have a dream
A dream that nobody will understand,
I have a dream to redeem
I have got a pack with Almighty, and its a plan.

Dreams can be made, and they can be crushed
They can be shaped, as when they do wither,
Dreams are in the making, silently hushed
Though in tears, painstaking, dreams will come truer than ever, never any later.

I have dreams, made for everyone
I have dreams, of what you want.

Ordinary People

How we are always awe by big achievements
Jealous of what they have, wealth, fame and fortune
Then we have a look at our own reflection in the mirror
See a contradiction of someone we admire
It just brings ourselves down, by lifting the admiration of others;
Somewhere out there, others look at us and enjoy our simplicity
Wondering what they could give up, to have what we have in return
Cos the pasture is not always greener
It is not everything they wanted, after all the sacrifices
Because we are really simple ordinary happy people.

Forget the big fancy cars that cos a bomb
Forget the fancy fine dining, we just can't afford
Don't dream of shopping spree in fashionable countries
High fly jet setting lifestyle
Cos, as much as we lack so much in life, we have so much we didn't know;
That we do have dreams, simple, can create perfect storms
They don't appear on headlines, but they do knock on our little doors
A wake up call, simple ordinary feats, that bring many surprises
Cos simplicity is the biggest dream that can move the world
And we ordinary people, already start each day moving souls!

Ordinary people, with ordinary dreams
Ordinary dreams, with massive influences
We may not change the course of the world
But we do change the course of lives we touch
And the world is shaped.

You are U

Wonder not at what it has been done wrong
But what has been done right, to every gut instincts that belongs,
It is not how badly circumstances has wronged you
But realized that you won't have done it any other way, you know.

You get criticised, and that you could have done it a different way
You tried to explain, that it will be day, nobody will like you anyway,
For it is your trait, it is your the blood that flows in your veins
And if that is gone, you are just nobody to begin with.

You are not a follower, but a leader
Your ideas are weird, but your virtues are harder to understand,
Your plans are absurd
But you are stubbornly sure.

There will be someone to dispute your actions
As well, there will be someone to agree, with your compassion,
You just realize that you can't please everyone
But important, you got to do what you want.

True to your heart, sincere in your gesture
Strange in your thinking, abnormal by nature,
Well liked, for whoever you are
If ever you change, whoever you are, you aren't.

Monday, April 13, 2009


Hush .. speak no more
Behold the tongue, there has been no more calls
Control .. don't think
Hold the thoughts, do the best before the emotions sink.

Silently, endure the days and nights of your life
With a smile, a chuckle, a giggle, a whine, just silently
Be at peace with one soul, body and mind
Leave many things behind, for now, wait for the sign.

Painful as it is, the silence
Soon, it will come to an end
Unbearable, as changes come in
But there will strength from within.

Caught in the crossroad it seems
Waiting for the traffic lights to turn green
Calculated and manipulated, automated and pre-meditated
Silence is golden.

My Prayers

I have done injustice
So not very wise of me
I sent a prayer to God
I have sinned, so I am not so hot!

I rummaged through my thoughts
But they are not sorted
I sent a prayer to God
You haven't reply, You forgot?

I have been selfish
Should I sell craps instead
I sent a prayer to God
Aiyoyo ooooh Lord!

I swear I could be better
I need to put my act together
So I sent a prayer to God
Have You check your prayers box?

Damn .. Oh Shit ... Ooops
Yes, prayers answered by God...

Even if I say Sorry
I will not be forgiven
Even if I repent
I am pretty much condemned
Even if I go to rehab
I might not any help
Only thing is I must stand up to face my own consequences
I will be punished for my heavy emotional indulgence.

All prayers are eventually answered
Whether now, or later, sooner or later.

Now that I am done with prayers
I should start my wish list, while He is still all ears!

Rainbow After the Storm

There is never a right time or bad time, truly
When crisis happen, often it is in very untimely,
Often when it is self induced, there is going to be regrets
All those ugly feelings creep in, and very painstaking,
Shedded tears, wrecked the heart up, and all turn tupsy turvy
But when the storm has gone, the rainbow appear eventually .....
This is when, the sun behind the clouded skies, shines
And there are strange answers, and little secrets find.

You wanted to say Sorry, but sorry wont make it no more
You learnt your lesson, and don't do it anymore,
Words are pointless, actions may not redeem
But hope, with great faith, the truth will appear as it is always deemed,
You fall back into the pit, pitched black, empty and lonely
Slowly, you crawl back out, on your feet and knees,
Painful, and long tedious path, and bleed along the way
That is the punishment, for been foolish, the other day,
Hope, that your prayers are answered
Hope, you will be spared by your angel.

Your actions have many repercussions
You have been ridiculed immensely for your aggressions,
You tried to explain, but it is to no avail
For sometimes, you have to keep some secrets of some details,
When finally, everyone has spoken
You will find the rainbow after the storm, enlightened.

How an incident, purely coincidental, can bring forth many insights
Although there is no wrong, neither any right,
But their reflections, their words, ultimately, very demonstrative
Not only did they rip you apart, it is their own soul's narrative,
Not only you learnt about yourself in this crisis
You also discover, a bit of everyone, unseemingly, yet undeniably.

Rainbow after the storms
The many colors that are been shown,
How very true, and how the truth, has been much needed
A friend in need is a friend indeed, indiscreet.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Randomixing II

I saw the Sun
I saw the Clouds
Then I saw Nothing

I heard the yelling
I heard the sirens
Then I heard nothing

The Wall

I am Leo, the King of the forest
I have provided a sanctuary, for the many rest
Everyone can come, and go, as my welcomed guest;
For those who come, came with many stories to tell
And as they leave, they left all good and well
For they stand tall now, once they fell.

I lift my paw, and touch their hands
I stroke my mane back, and I listened, I do understand
Trustingly, they tell me their plans;
All around, they are building up walls
So they won't adhere to anymore love calls
And they will no longer fall, thus they thought they standing tall.

From my sanctuary, they walked back into their castle
Look well from the outside, inside a hurt been nurtured
Now protected, but will one be ever safe again, I am not sure;
Once they walked back into their own place
They sealed the door, and healed in their pace
From their watching towers, they admired the outside grace.

Beautiful, wonderful, bountiful, whatever the magnitude
The world is so vast, the view from such an altitude
But nothing can come within reach, for those who hide in that solitude;
I watched from afar, the castle erected high up in the mountain
Blest those who scale the walls with great determination and passion
In the quest to save the damsels in distressed emotions.

The Wall ...

Now or Never

Everyone is waiting for the right time
Like a thief waiting, to do its crime,
Perhaps Loving someone is a hedious crime
For Love is the heightened feelings at its prime,
How it gripped the heart, like a cardiac arrest
Why it is so hard to be honest, keep everything at breast.

Time waits for no one
Time will not come to a stop, even if one wants,
The world keep going
Everyone keeps on living,
Just like everyone keeps on waiting
For the right time, to come knocking and hinting.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

F is the Word

I have had apple and tea for my breakfast
Realized that I swallowed 'em apple seeds
Hoping they will sprout in me apple trees.

I have had rice, and other unhealthy stuff for lunch
Realized that I have gained more weight than usual
So happily I am off to the gym, after work.

I have had the usual "pulled tea" for tea
Sitting back, listening to someone talking to me
Hurting my ears abit, but let it be.

I have had an assortment of delicacies for dinner
Cooked by friends, coming together for a gather
Reading a book called Toxic People.

I have had a good day and night, rocky start to a good end
Fabulatastic food, Fugalamastic Fun, Funnastic friends.

My Callings - Ultimatum

How can virtue be mocked, like it is vile
Why is it that it is questioned, doubted, and not worthwhile,
How can anything be of a true blessing
When at the end, all is taken back, for the sake of my Callings.

Treading the ground, so common, and yet not a taken path
Holding my tongue, even when fuming with wrath,
Struck down, repeatedly, and yet steadfastly, got back onto the feet
What torment, these routines, yet, can't write in a defeat,
For there is always the new found of strength and might
Instilled deep inside, like magic, there is the will to fight,
Ad-hoc virtues, shattered, torn apart, and pieces scattered
Is there an ultimatum objective, to endure these all much longer...

To wake each day with a sense of purpose
To swallow one's pride, and remained composed,
To endure endlessly, the scorn of those who came into life
Yet allowing, every opposing sense to be deprived.

There is a smile that is ready to be wiped off the face
The arms so weary of anymore embrace,
There is goodness, gradually reformed
Subtle wickedness will slowly brew up a storm,
The questioned merits has brought too much of a damage
The body, soul and mind, has been scarred and outraged,
The intrisic worth, that so few admired
Yet the admiration is so questionable, it is not desired,
While the degration that comes naturally
Has been welcomed with open arms, and lingered on endlessly.

My Callings, here is the ultimatum
Years after years, searching for the answers that won't come,
Is this persecution that must be endure with a certain purpose
For every rationale, the burden is almost unbearable
Journey after journey, soon the will be weaker
And Death will be welcome with open arms, extended.

My Callings, there is an ultimatum
Crush the spirit till its dying bits, and the day will doomed,
The mind will be so twisted with all good and bad thoughts
The right and the wrong, no longer can be sought,
There will never be a justice
This will just be this, and this will be it!

My Callings - Ultimatum
Pushed to the brink of no return,
Shame to those who can't see the monster they have groomed
For they so freely, condemned the kindness, to its doom.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Tomorrow II

This is a spin-off to my posting titled "Tomorrow" dated 05 April 2009.
Inspired by a motivational article that was also published on the 05th April 2009, which I didn't read until today.

Excitement and enthusiasm fueled the thought of the future
Almost realizing that all possibilities are feasible, is like a feeling of rapture;
So full of confidence, can taste the success
It probably inspires me to exercise double effort, in order to get it!

Feeling strong, feeling optimistic
There is really no great adversity;
So I know I will not shy from the challenges ahead
I will never be afraid, never fret, never scare;
No worry of the road less travelled
Just look at all the possibilties and be marvelled;
Things are always likely to turn out all right in the end
Although it is not always that way, to begin.

What sustain me is the hope in my heart
That my ambitious self will not depart;
It might take a long time to realize my dreams so precious
That the story of my life will grow into a great treasure.

Let's adopt the spirit of optimism
Let's keep at the drive of enthusiasm
Let success be where there is our passion
Let our passion be in all our creation.

Monday, April 6, 2009


Wishing you well
From the bottom of my heart
Heartfelt wishes
Sincerely, honestly, truefully;
The worries on my face, but you can't tell
The joy in my eyes, when we are going apart
My voice, solemn and gentle, appease
But it is breaking me up inside, I am weeping silently.

You are Buzy

The monotonous routine...
Wake up and brush your teeth;
Wash your face, shower and change from your jammies
Grab your breakfast, together with tea, coffee, but certainly not me!
Drive out to work, or take the train, to beat the traffic jam
Then you found yourself sandwiched in human, so foul and damn;
Paperwork to submit, with deadlines to meet
Meetings that have no concrete objectives;
Yakety yakety like a bunch of cockroaches hustling over a piece of shit
You want to sleep, wish you can put tooth picks to hold up your eye lids;
You want to yell at your bunch of stupid colleagues, ado for nothing
Feels like kicking their arses, and push them off the ledges or out the window still.

You welcome lunch break, but somehow you lost your appetite
But there will be a good friend will come over, and have a tete-a-tete;
A little bit of chuckles and giggles, time pass so quickly
Now let's wait for tea time, and then plan an outing after working;
Chill out, over dinner, relaxing time, just sit back, and kick off your shoes
Bright neon lights, light-hearted dinner, easy conversation, anything goes.

Oops you forgot you have got music lessons, and off you go
You remembered last minute, you got groceries to do;
Your family called, and reminded you of dinner dates
Looking at the clock, you are definitely running late!;
Off you go, drive like mad, or you walk slowly to take the next train
While you have got a million things running in your small pea size brain;
A friend called out of the blue, he/she is in desperate need of your advices
But you can't ignore your family, nor say "No" to a friend, so it is supper time;
Yet endlessly on your mobile, you are reading endless sms, of reminders
So much of plans done, and awaiting, with family, friends and lover(s).

You got home, feeling beaten and you slipped into your bed
The cushioning of the mattress, is gentle massage to your aching back;
In the comfort of home, quiet and peaceful
Wishing for more than 24 hours to fulfill every single task, realized it is not enough too!

So tired ... so tired ... you are whining and whining
But plans are still pouring in;
So buzy ... so buzy ... You just love all the business
There is satisfaction in all the hustle and the bustle;
You enjoyed it thoroughly, and felt the contentment
Just need to wind down, with a little babyish complaints;
Get a good night sleep, while the mobile still vibrating under your pillow
That all can wait till the next tomorrow.

Sunday, April 5, 2009


The mind is very good at guessing
Always racing through thoughts, assuming,
Thinking and wondering
Of the future, of what might not be happening,
Then the anxieties set in
Fearing and fretting,
Worrying about nothing
Except the future uncertainties.

Our actions, our own responsibilities
The consequences, will be our reality,
We can't change, what we don't know
We just do, as we go along the road,
We do our best, and with a trueful heart
That we should not have cruel intent to cross our path,
For today's action, and tomorrow's consequences
There is always a cycle, a sequence.

The heart has gotten to be stone hard and cold
The courage must be fearlessly bold,
Be brave to decide
Have no regrets, that sometimes failure will resides,
Be strong to endure, if things don't work out right
But whatever it is, just been positive of the future ahead,
Be optimistic, although not really been realistic
Having wishful thinking, of tomorrow that we created to exist.

I can do what I want in the future
For myself, I can create the perfect picture,
I fear not of how confident I am
Of tomorrow that my mind is optimistically in scheme,
To have some kind of expectations
To have some momentary satisfaction,
To live up to my own passion
Tomorrow, I want it to be my creation.

Friday, April 3, 2009

An Angel

So called an angel live amongst
One whom walked the earth, like you all
Clipped of wings, transformed into arms
Unable to fly, treaded on feet;
An angel living amongst, cannot be missed
Always waiting on for someone's dire calls
Always ready, to shelter someone from harm
Always here with a heart, a ready gift.
............................ An Angel

An angel, wrote you a note
Make your heart sad
Your eyes wept with tears
Yet know, life can be rather solemn;
An angel, live by a secret code
A mission to make everyone glad
To stay so close and so near
Till the beckoning of heaven.
........................ An Angel

Sing a hymn of heaven's songs
Cry a lullaby of heart's sorrow
Rain tender, the tears of bitter sweetness
An angel remains till the end of time;
Here on earth, an angel does not belong
Here today, perhaps gone tomorrow
Entwined in all your hearts, hope there is always happiness
For the greatest of memories linger on for the longest time.
........................ An Angel

The guitar strums the song of the heart
The drums, the gentle beat
The wind blows, chimes
An angel without wings, slowly goes;
It is awfully hard
But it is tenderly sweet
And time after time
The love of an angel continues to flow.
........................ An Angel

Thursday, April 2, 2009

April's Optimicism

Laffters brings the joy from within the soul
The ability to see the world, from within the spirit
To appreciate every wonder, without been defined;
Taking a single step in life, not towards the specific goal
To do everything, not expecting anything out of it
For wine can be just water, and water can just taste like wine.

Unleashed from the heart
Roam in the wild spirit
The world outside is without boundaries;
Nothing is set apart
Nothing is contained within
But everything has got its own wonderful stories.

My April's Optimicism....

Joy to you .. you .. you .. you
Rewards for the things you give .. do
Blessings from my heart to you .. you .. you
As you go .. I will follow through too.

My April's Optimicism
And your foolish skepticism
My tomfoolery's narcissism
And your compassionate philosophies.

My April's Optimicism
The end of a journey
Another begin.