Zen Out of Sync

The problem is that when something is filled up to its' brim, then one should stop adding extra fillings. As a result of which is of course, either the container breaks or the substance over flows or both!

To know when to stop is wisdom, knowing why to stop is detachment and knowing how to stop is acceptance.

However, very often there aren't just enough wisdom to go around a busy mind. Whenever something turns out to be good and gives out extreme pleasures, there is bound to be clinging. This leads to the potent believe that the status quo will never change. Therefore, there is no need to learn the acceptance of impermanence.

When flowers blossomed, they die. This is inevitable. Regardless how much fertilizer has been invested, the flower will nonetheless die its' natural death. This is cyclic existence and only an ignorant fool holds onto a fully bloomed flower. Pushing the growth of the flower will only lead to depression and sufferings.

Why not just enjoy the beauty of the flower at its' moment of birth and death?

Let go of this particular flower and another one will bloom and another one and another one.

But clinging onto a dead flower keeps the admirer occupied and locked in a dark room; failing to see the entire forest.

The finale is that everything comes to an end only to begin again. If the end does not transpire neither will the beginning.

Release your clinging to desires and you shall release yourself from sufferings.

Falling Failing

They both sound the same.

Whether I fell and or failed, I am dead.

It is the same old thing and recurring feeling.
Pure attachment and blind love.
There is no such thing as unity because to believe in one thing in itself is to discriminate another.
Who are we kidding?
We are just making cushions for our fall.
Hoping that in the pretext of brotherhood or sisterhood, we can soften the landing caused by our prejudicial acts.

Now that I watch myself more closely, I begin to see how mean I can be.
But again in the name of compassion, I think I chose the right path.
I suppose that's the biggest bunch of junk ever heard and spoken of.

Anyway, I shall go back to producing more junk.

Wishing myself - Happy rotting.

One of the VERY Lucky Ones

I am in Hong Kong and have been since 22nd of April.

There are many things that can't be put into words. It realises the saying that "action speaks louder than words".

The reason of my going to Hong Kong is not important for anyone to understand. Because I am following my heart and doing what is right in accordance to the little voice, which shows to me - something. Something that I can't articulate into structure of sentences. Words are meaningless to describe what happened here. (I am at the Hong Kong airport.)

I will be flying 30 minutes from now leaving behind memories and foot prints; sweet and everlasting memories because they ended here. So shall I leave them where they are most treasured - Hong Kong.

I made two very good friends, well not that they weren't friends before. However this time we had the opportunity to do things together, had the chance to share what is most precious unconditionally. Just two words very sincerely. Thank you, Cat and Biscuit.

From 3.01pm onwards, things will start anew. It will be a fresh horizon and yet another beginning. I am marking time psychologically so that I keep everything about what happened here clean and evolving. So I must leave them here and not carry baggage of happiness home.

Before I pen off, I want Aunty Selena to know that I appreciate her kindness. I know of your almost unnoticable but extremely caring gestures. Thank you for doing them and not only speaking of them. Thank you.

To the lady who calls me "little friend"...
I really don't know what to tell you. Ha ha ha
But I think you will understand.
Because actions speak louder than words.

Ms. Lucy Ching, thank you for sharing your life and love with me. I hope I can be someone's Wor Jie too.

My dear Alice...

Your little friend from Malaysia.