It is not fair to mention names. There are too many and I don't want to leave out any so, it is wise that I don't even start listing. But the question I want to ask is, should everyone of them be read and known? In fact must there be consumption of written knowledge?
I have a strange suspicion that they are all speaking of the same thing. And in time to come, I will start conversing in the same tone and depth. But is that really transformation or a faking of status? Just because I do certain acts and use certain ornaments.
There are times when I do doubt what I am doing like now, for example.
But I have big dreams.
I just hope that I can handle them when they come true.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Thursday, June 02, 2005
A difference
Everyone is in search of something; from material wealth to spiritual paths. But it is when we stop searching, that which we seek appears and enriches our life. Does this mean we give up our ambitions completely and forgo our dreams?
Not quite but before we pursue further in search of anything, the first step to take is to know ourselves better. Very often we don’t ever stop to evaluate who we are. We don’t go deeper than the superficial reflection in the mirror. Worse still, we deny what we see in the mirror and project a far more superior and perfect image of ourselves. If we don’t spend time and effort to know ourselves, all our endeavors in life will be pointless because we are always clouded by delusions; when we are not sincere but merely follow the crowd. The easiest thing to do is to imitate. The most difficult is to be original and creative.
It is only when you know yourself, then you know what you want. It is not about wanting something, but understanding and executing the meaning behind it. If you go on a frolic of pretending to be someone else all the time, the meaning will not reveal itself to you, no matter how hard you search and how far you go. For you will only be in darkness.
Not quite but before we pursue further in search of anything, the first step to take is to know ourselves better. Very often we don’t ever stop to evaluate who we are. We don’t go deeper than the superficial reflection in the mirror. Worse still, we deny what we see in the mirror and project a far more superior and perfect image of ourselves. If we don’t spend time and effort to know ourselves, all our endeavors in life will be pointless because we are always clouded by delusions; when we are not sincere but merely follow the crowd. The easiest thing to do is to imitate. The most difficult is to be original and creative.
It is only when you know yourself, then you know what you want. It is not about wanting something, but understanding and executing the meaning behind it. If you go on a frolic of pretending to be someone else all the time, the meaning will not reveal itself to you, no matter how hard you search and how far you go. For you will only be in darkness.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Believing in Love
She added just one more, enough to make him drowsy so that it would be easier.
Her heart beat was normal and her hands did not tremble because she was certain after this cup of coffee all will be back to normal.
"What are you doing, Mama?"
She turned and smiled at her son. Those eyes resembled his so much.
"Making Papa a cup of coffee. He likes them black. No milk."
"I want one too. What you make for Papa, I want the same."
Her hand stopped stirring the already foaming coffee. She looked at his tiny frame.
"It wouldn't be necessary. You are small. You will be simple."
Her heart beat was normal and her hands did not tremble because she was certain after this cup of coffee all will be back to normal.
"What are you doing, Mama?"
She turned and smiled at her son. Those eyes resembled his so much.
"Making Papa a cup of coffee. He likes them black. No milk."
"I want one too. What you make for Papa, I want the same."
Her hand stopped stirring the already foaming coffee. She looked at his tiny frame.
"It wouldn't be necessary. You are small. You will be simple."
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Mind vs Heart
Vishvajit,
What happened between you and me can never be explained rationally. It is something, which drives my mind insane and disrupts my life continuously. It is simply unnatural. The problem increases when I try to logically factualise our relationship. No where can I locate a space to capture what we have now. At the pinnacle of it all, I then realise that this is not a matter of the mind but of the heart.
Manisha Savarna
What happened between you and me can never be explained rationally. It is something, which drives my mind insane and disrupts my life continuously. It is simply unnatural. The problem increases when I try to logically factualise our relationship. No where can I locate a space to capture what we have now. At the pinnacle of it all, I then realise that this is not a matter of the mind but of the heart.
Manisha Savarna
The force in you
How lightly a vow is taken. A vow is not a spiritual contract, as many seem to think it is. A vow is an understanding and an actual action taken to transform the mind. This evolution occurs internally. Much has been said about what is internal and what is external. These are not mere words but have a nonlocal and transcendental connotation. When we actually sit down and quietly listen to ourselves and not judge based on environmental conditionings, perhaps this is knowing ourselves internally.
Under such circumstances, we make an honest pact with ourselves. We admit to our faults, shortcomings, attachments, ignorance and for once not justify our mistakes. And then, through this pact or vow a transformation to make connections with the higher-self comes into place.
The force in us is great. We can will many victories and also engage in many failures. But none of these are real. Because our minds actually only register electronic signals and not the object our eyes perceive. What we touch, taste, see, hear and smell are merely an intention to make them real and we know deep down, what we perceive and study as real is consequently a tiny drop of reality.
This vow that we make with ourselves, is an agreement to drop the sheild of rationalism and to go beyond what is empirical and factual. A plunge into the unknown, fearless, deathless, selfless and joyous rim. The force within us which, dances to the tune of nature links once again with the universal one .
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Aristotle today
In my reading of Aristotle, his writings go back to approximately 2300 years ago, I notice that the problems he learnt are yet to be solved today. In fact we are drifting further and further away from answering anything substantial. As of now, we are attempting to decodify his desideratas and questions, giving birth to swarms of Aristotle scholars. Some defending and some antagonising. But mainly irrational and running against the wall of common sense, one way or the other.
It is true that once we start taking sides, we lose our sense of objectivity.
Whether reality preaches and explains itself or we are independent of a true reality outside the world we know, remains a maze. Quantum physics seem to take the Parmanedian theory by its' horns and state that a thing can be simultaneously is and is not. A potentiality until an observer brings it to reality.
Why didn't I study Metaphysics as a major, but Law?
How did I even come across Perennial Philosophy?
I literally was in bookshop, scrutinising the philosophy compartment and there it was - "Aldous Huxley's THE PERENNIAL PHILOSOPHY." It hit me in the face when I had no idea what the title referred to. Absorbed by an inexplicable burst of energy, I reached out my hand and my fingers gently grabbed the book. Took it safely in my possession, found a chair by the corner, sat down and read the first page. It sucked me into a vortex and left me spinning in amazement.
Meditation:
Purge all dust of ignorance and debacles of attachment from the soul. Don't get it wrong. It is not "them" but "me".
Manisha Savarna
It is true that once we start taking sides, we lose our sense of objectivity.
Whether reality preaches and explains itself or we are independent of a true reality outside the world we know, remains a maze. Quantum physics seem to take the Parmanedian theory by its' horns and state that a thing can be simultaneously is and is not. A potentiality until an observer brings it to reality.
Why didn't I study Metaphysics as a major, but Law?
How did I even come across Perennial Philosophy?
I literally was in bookshop, scrutinising the philosophy compartment and there it was - "Aldous Huxley's THE PERENNIAL PHILOSOPHY." It hit me in the face when I had no idea what the title referred to. Absorbed by an inexplicable burst of energy, I reached out my hand and my fingers gently grabbed the book. Took it safely in my possession, found a chair by the corner, sat down and read the first page. It sucked me into a vortex and left me spinning in amazement.
Meditation:
Purge all dust of ignorance and debacles of attachment from the soul. Don't get it wrong. It is not "them" but "me".
Manisha Savarna
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Why tarry? Just go forth!
SANGHA speaks:
Why tarry? Just go forth!
Venerable Mangala was in the midst of his personal meditation retreat in Penang when he received a request from Venerable Aggacitta to share with the second Introduction to Monkhood Programme Participants (IMPPs), his experiences of monkhood as well as the practice of Abhidhamma as taught in the Pa Auk tradition.
Venerable Mangala was a law graduate from the University of Malaya, Malaysia.
Firstly, I guess many good potential candidates
for monkhood are held back by petty fears of
‘what ifs’. They fear they may fall, having seen
some very senior monks fall. They fear some
beloved ones may not be able to live well enough if they
renounced. Deep inside they feel they are indispensable
to the world they live in. So on and so forth.
Please tell them to have a better understanding and
faith in the Law of Cause and Effect. Please tell them
to contemplate on Dependent Origination and nonself.
Then all the fears can be easily dispelled. The
fears that triumph on illusion and delusion will find
no foothold to stand on. Then all decision-making will
be very simple. Fear no loss. Fear no outcome.
Why fear scorn or shame? The shame, if we want to
call it so, is in useless fear and indecision. When our
ego is big, we fear. Understanding non-self, why
indulge in fears? Just walk ahead. We have our kamma.
Others have their kamma.
If things do not work well, the worst is to disrobe.
Failure is never permanent. If we truly try—honestly—
there will be no real failure. Every day of brahmacariya
is meritorious, and is never cultivated in vain even if
we disrobe later. Just be honest to oneself in the
present moment. Be true to one’s present wisdom.
Attach not to anybody nor to anything.
Why hesitate? If we say detachment is one of the
greatest gifts we can give to the world, the only true
way to teach it, is by living it. Detachment can only be
taught in a detached manner. We cannot free others
without freeing ourselves. Another form of attachment
is craving for things, tangible or intangible, in life.
Sincere contemplation on death and impermanence is
enough to help us make a decisive turn from indulgence
in craving for material things and for other
aspects of Dhamma (i.e. mere intellectual theories or
views and preoccupations with worldly af fairs. Ed.)
When I was deliberating on becoming a monk, one
of the things I considered was, “Thirty or forty years
later will I regret the way I spend my youth now?”
This thought made everything else superficial and
tasteless. Conditional greatness is never great in the
stream of impermanence. So I decided, “If there is
anything that may be called great that I should do, it is
to help myself and others to realise the Deathless.”
Now, seven and a half years into monkhood, I am
still appreciative of this spiritual opportunity granted
by the Buddha.
May your vision materialise.
May SBS grow steadily.
May you be well and happy.
Why tarry? Just go forth!
Venerable Mangala was in the midst of his personal meditation retreat in Penang when he received a request from Venerable Aggacitta to share with the second Introduction to Monkhood Programme Participants (IMPPs), his experiences of monkhood as well as the practice of Abhidhamma as taught in the Pa Auk tradition.
Venerable Mangala was a law graduate from the University of Malaya, Malaysia.
Firstly, I guess many good potential candidates
for monkhood are held back by petty fears of
‘what ifs’. They fear they may fall, having seen
some very senior monks fall. They fear some
beloved ones may not be able to live well enough if they
renounced. Deep inside they feel they are indispensable
to the world they live in. So on and so forth.
Please tell them to have a better understanding and
faith in the Law of Cause and Effect. Please tell them
to contemplate on Dependent Origination and nonself.
Then all the fears can be easily dispelled. The
fears that triumph on illusion and delusion will find
no foothold to stand on. Then all decision-making will
be very simple. Fear no loss. Fear no outcome.
Why fear scorn or shame? The shame, if we want to
call it so, is in useless fear and indecision. When our
ego is big, we fear. Understanding non-self, why
indulge in fears? Just walk ahead. We have our kamma.
Others have their kamma.
If things do not work well, the worst is to disrobe.
Failure is never permanent. If we truly try—honestly—
there will be no real failure. Every day of brahmacariya
is meritorious, and is never cultivated in vain even if
we disrobe later. Just be honest to oneself in the
present moment. Be true to one’s present wisdom.
Attach not to anybody nor to anything.
Why hesitate? If we say detachment is one of the
greatest gifts we can give to the world, the only true
way to teach it, is by living it. Detachment can only be
taught in a detached manner. We cannot free others
without freeing ourselves. Another form of attachment
is craving for things, tangible or intangible, in life.
Sincere contemplation on death and impermanence is
enough to help us make a decisive turn from indulgence
in craving for material things and for other
aspects of Dhamma (i.e. mere intellectual theories or
views and preoccupations with worldly af fairs. Ed.)
When I was deliberating on becoming a monk, one
of the things I considered was, “Thirty or forty years
later will I regret the way I spend my youth now?”
This thought made everything else superficial and
tasteless. Conditional greatness is never great in the
stream of impermanence. So I decided, “If there is
anything that may be called great that I should do, it is
to help myself and others to realise the Deathless.”
Now, seven and a half years into monkhood, I am
still appreciative of this spiritual opportunity granted
by the Buddha.
May your vision materialise.
May SBS grow steadily.
May you be well and happy.
It is me...
My sweetheart, my darling and my love...
Thank you for coming back to my life.
Please don't wonder off too far.
I worry a whole lot about you.
Manisha Savarna
Even though reason is on your side, you must be forgiving;
even though justice is on your side, you must be soft-spoken.
Thank you for coming back to my life.
Please don't wonder off too far.
I worry a whole lot about you.
Manisha Savarna
Even though reason is on your side, you must be forgiving;
even though justice is on your side, you must be soft-spoken.
Where have you been?
Oh! my sweet heart
my darling
my love
where are you?
I miss you...
I am only human.
I make mistakes too.
I think I said many words
which I shouldn't have.
I think I dreamt many dreams
when I should let things be.
Because good fortune only happens...once.
Manisha Savarna
my darling
my love
where are you?
I miss you...
I am only human.
I make mistakes too.
I think I said many words
which I shouldn't have.
I think I dreamt many dreams
when I should let things be.
Because good fortune only happens...once.
Manisha Savarna
Saturday, May 21, 2005
No. 6
How does one use the Lovers
To replace the pigeon in flight
The crown and heart continues to fight
The atmosphere seems too right
To give up, to end and sleep at night.
The sun shines ahead, behind the Lovers,
but the atmosphere is an illusion of the might.
To replace the pigeon in flight
The crown and heart continues to fight
The atmosphere seems too right
To give up, to end and sleep at night.
The sun shines ahead, behind the Lovers,
but the atmosphere is an illusion of the might.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Sufism
The basic purpose of human existence is acquisition of knowledge of God; there is no relationship more true than this spiritual affiliation. All other types of relationships are but derivative and dependent upon that spiritual connection, and in themselves nothing to boast of .
.-Lahiji: "Mafatih"
From "The Wisdom of Sufism," compiled by Leonard Lewisohn
.-Lahiji: "Mafatih"
From "The Wisdom of Sufism," compiled by Leonard Lewisohn
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Two out
I sent another hope and fear to Dr. E
Another trial and tribulation for my dumb action
Some time I have been silent
Until a splinter enters the skin
Crawling and generating
Testing and laughing
But this round I will win
Because I tap with no expectation
Only blessings and a genuine notion.
Manisha Savarna.
Another trial and tribulation for my dumb action
Some time I have been silent
Until a splinter enters the skin
Crawling and generating
Testing and laughing
But this round I will win
Because I tap with no expectation
Only blessings and a genuine notion.
Manisha Savarna.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Things that Matter
Practically we are all so busy doing and acquiring things and more things. Things that we assume we need; from the physical to the spiritual. Everything matters.
We are forever trying to become better, improve our status, move forward, progress to a higher level and accumulate items that we term "essential."
Education (I want to make it to Harvard, Cambridge, USC whatever...), cars (I want a Benz, Ferrari whatever), house (I want a mansion!) and the funny thing is, we will never get enough.
So we keep on searching and becoming. We look at things from outside and deem that things shouldn't change. Things are always the same. But in reality they do. Our reality is the fantasy that our mind build and the nature, which draft the conditions.
But who dares to break away? Who steps out of the successful castle of fame, money and sex? We are all as carnal as ever. We only want three things in life, but never dare to admit our shallowness. We want fame, money and sex.
Fame, which satisfies our ego and uncontrolled optimism. Money which buys us material wealth and comfort. Sex that fulfills our sensual pleasures.
Nevertheless, we find that we can never have enough no matter how much we collect; even when there is a profit.
We continue in the pursuit for things that matter...
A perfect cycle nonetheless.
We are forever trying to become better, improve our status, move forward, progress to a higher level and accumulate items that we term "essential."
Education (I want to make it to Harvard, Cambridge, USC whatever...), cars (I want a Benz, Ferrari whatever), house (I want a mansion!) and the funny thing is, we will never get enough.
So we keep on searching and becoming. We look at things from outside and deem that things shouldn't change. Things are always the same. But in reality they do. Our reality is the fantasy that our mind build and the nature, which draft the conditions.
But who dares to break away? Who steps out of the successful castle of fame, money and sex? We are all as carnal as ever. We only want three things in life, but never dare to admit our shallowness. We want fame, money and sex.
Fame, which satisfies our ego and uncontrolled optimism. Money which buys us material wealth and comfort. Sex that fulfills our sensual pleasures.
Nevertheless, we find that we can never have enough no matter how much we collect; even when there is a profit.
We continue in the pursuit for things that matter...
A perfect cycle nonetheless.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Zen Master
Two Zen monks who are looking at a flag waving in the air are arguing and they both assert that each one is correct. One insists that "The flag is moving." The other is determined that "The wind is moving."
Then, the Master upon hearing their loud voices appeared. They approached their Master and asked him to decide, who is right.
"I say that the flag is moving."
"No! How can the flag move on it's own. The wind is moving causing the flag to move along with it."
The Master smiled and said, "You are both wrong. Only consciousness is moving."
Then, the Master upon hearing their loud voices appeared. They approached their Master and asked him to decide, who is right.
"I say that the flag is moving."
"No! How can the flag move on it's own. The wind is moving causing the flag to move along with it."
The Master smiled and said, "You are both wrong. Only consciousness is moving."
Friday, May 13, 2005
Energy Soup
Cotton wool in infinite bowl
drap a strand on electron walls
nucleus of atomic fields
breaks through frasad and imaginary halls
a mass of light that cheats the eye
dumps fake pictures and senses quilt
a touch feels not the forces true
but of stones and water in concrete frames.
Earth, wind, water, fire and space.
drap a strand on electron walls
nucleus of atomic fields
breaks through frasad and imaginary halls
a mass of light that cheats the eye
dumps fake pictures and senses quilt
a touch feels not the forces true
but of stones and water in concrete frames.
Earth, wind, water, fire and space.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Cave Rats
He marched boldly out of his hole, a dark and smelly concealment of filthy lanes. The stench would have driven even a bug away but these scavengers roamed freely. It was their world and they ruled it their way.
Crown was the leader. He was big, strong and fast. His velvet fur almost seemed elegant but what made him different from the rest of the pack was his articulate crave for scent. He could smell anything and his conclusions were always apt; never doubted.
"I can smell ya' dirty lies. If ya' have been out on Rattery Hills. Them stinkin' high class rats. We come from East End. So we stay here. This is the rule." He warned all the curious minds who probably wanted so much to see beyond the melodorous back alleys.
"Tony said the other side has fresh cheese and even cats talk to rats."
"But Tony is dead. Dead because he deserved to be."
Carl had been listening carefully to each and every word. In his heart he felt the adventures that Tony must have experienced. Not only Tony but Salsa, Corn, Baba and even the once shy and timid Morky. They would have been and lived like a rat. A true rat and not a cave rat.
Yes, the back street rats were known as cave rats partly because they were primitive but mainly because they believed that nothing existed outside, that could give them self-worth. In the cave, they were save and protected. They will always be food fetched from drains and bins. Outside, everything was risky. They didn't like to take risks.
However, once in a while there will be a Tony or Salsa and now Carl who dared to dream, dared to take risks and willed himself outside; only to be martyred by Crown later.
"Ya' stinkin' little bastard. I told ya not to go out. But ya' ain't listening to Crown here."
Carl shivered. He stooped down and looked at Crown's gigantic feet and his dragon tail curled up in flame. He shivered again as he felt Crown's breath at his neck. He was hooked to the ground and Crown's stainless steel claws stuck through his delicate paws causing them to bleed.
"But you have not..." Carl's voice trailed off with his guts as he tried to speak up.
"What? Ya' stinkin' bastard's talking back?"
Without hessitation, Crown chewed into Carl's throat.
Carl opened his eyes and looked straight into Crown's ferocious pupils. He saw nothing but his pathetic reflection.
Hang on, he saw something else. He saw flowers, green grass, trees, birds, a fresh slice of cheese, bread and a beautiful female rat from Rattery Hills smiling at him. How he made friends with a kitten and that they drank from the same bowl of milk.
Carl knew that Crown has never seen any of these. He only ate stinking bread and drank stale milk and forever will be.
Crown was the leader. He was big, strong and fast. His velvet fur almost seemed elegant but what made him different from the rest of the pack was his articulate crave for scent. He could smell anything and his conclusions were always apt; never doubted.
"I can smell ya' dirty lies. If ya' have been out on Rattery Hills. Them stinkin' high class rats. We come from East End. So we stay here. This is the rule." He warned all the curious minds who probably wanted so much to see beyond the melodorous back alleys.
"Tony said the other side has fresh cheese and even cats talk to rats."
"But Tony is dead. Dead because he deserved to be."
Carl had been listening carefully to each and every word. In his heart he felt the adventures that Tony must have experienced. Not only Tony but Salsa, Corn, Baba and even the once shy and timid Morky. They would have been and lived like a rat. A true rat and not a cave rat.
Yes, the back street rats were known as cave rats partly because they were primitive but mainly because they believed that nothing existed outside, that could give them self-worth. In the cave, they were save and protected. They will always be food fetched from drains and bins. Outside, everything was risky. They didn't like to take risks.
However, once in a while there will be a Tony or Salsa and now Carl who dared to dream, dared to take risks and willed himself outside; only to be martyred by Crown later.
"Ya' stinkin' little bastard. I told ya not to go out. But ya' ain't listening to Crown here."
Carl shivered. He stooped down and looked at Crown's gigantic feet and his dragon tail curled up in flame. He shivered again as he felt Crown's breath at his neck. He was hooked to the ground and Crown's stainless steel claws stuck through his delicate paws causing them to bleed.
"But you have not..." Carl's voice trailed off with his guts as he tried to speak up.
"What? Ya' stinkin' bastard's talking back?"
Without hessitation, Crown chewed into Carl's throat.
Carl opened his eyes and looked straight into Crown's ferocious pupils. He saw nothing but his pathetic reflection.
Hang on, he saw something else. He saw flowers, green grass, trees, birds, a fresh slice of cheese, bread and a beautiful female rat from Rattery Hills smiling at him. How he made friends with a kitten and that they drank from the same bowl of milk.
Carl knew that Crown has never seen any of these. He only ate stinking bread and drank stale milk and forever will be.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Darker than it is
In life we are so concerned with how OTHERS think of us. By virtue of a certain relationship they are of the opinion that they can comment and judge our actions.
Actually, how many times have you made a decision for yourself, for the goodness of your heart and the purity of your soul?
The answer is none.
How pitiful.
Actually, how many times have you made a decision for yourself, for the goodness of your heart and the purity of your soul?
The answer is none.
How pitiful.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Unwritable
Many people asked me how was the stage play.
I don't know what to reply.
I wish I could re-act the whole thing so that they experience what I did.
It is so hard to pour out unwritable feelings. In fact I do not know where to begin. Again and again I am lost for words. Again and again my feelings swirl like dew drops in the desert. How could I put into prose and alphabets something so beautiful? No, it was not beautiful; it was just...
Pardon my leck of originality and allow me to borrow from a broadway musical, "Song and Dance" by Andrew Llyod Webber. Give me space to steal from others their abilities to express what is truly felt for I am unable to portray and begin to describe the depth of emotions compounding me.
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only I am hearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only I am hearing
...
I don't know what to reply.
I wish I could re-act the whole thing so that they experience what I did.
It is so hard to pour out unwritable feelings. In fact I do not know where to begin. Again and again I am lost for words. Again and again my feelings swirl like dew drops in the desert. How could I put into prose and alphabets something so beautiful? No, it was not beautiful; it was just...
Pardon my leck of originality and allow me to borrow from a broadway musical, "Song and Dance" by Andrew Llyod Webber. Give me space to steal from others their abilities to express what is truly felt for I am unable to portray and begin to describe the depth of emotions compounding me.
I have never felt like this
For once I'm lost for words
Your smile has really thrown me
This is not like me at all
I never thought I'd know
The kind of love you've shown me
Now, no matter where I am
No matter what I do
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only I am hearing
Like an unexpected song
An unexpected song
That only I am hearing
...
Sentimental Me
I suddenly feel romantic. Not in a "I love you" sense. But there is someone whom I miss dearly. For some odd reasons I do have a pounding urge, wanting to see this person again. Not that I will do anything radical or obscene when we meet. Just to say a simple "hello".
At the same time, I fear that reunion would ruin what is already so Perfect now.
But I keep forgeting that nothing lasts forever. Everything changes.
Memory only remains sweet when feelings and perception remain the same. Nevertheless feelings and perceptions rotate like a ferris wheel, influenced by ideas; creations of the mind.
Although for the moment, sentimental me is in control. One second of being together means a life time.
How many life times do we have together?
At the same time, I fear that reunion would ruin what is already so Perfect now.
But I keep forgeting that nothing lasts forever. Everything changes.
Memory only remains sweet when feelings and perception remain the same. Nevertheless feelings and perceptions rotate like a ferris wheel, influenced by ideas; creations of the mind.
Although for the moment, sentimental me is in control. One second of being together means a life time.
How many life times do we have together?
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