Truce!

Stop struggling!
You are completely surrounded
By mighty force of yourself.

Although you believe you struggle
Against the whole world,
All your firepower is directed
Against only yourself.

Give up your struggle!
The world is on your side.
Actually you feel surrounded
Because you surround yourself.

Put down your arms!
Cease fire against yourself!
The way to the Truth
Can only be found in
The truce with yourself.

Stop struggling!
You are never surrounded
Or cornered by anyone!
But down your arms
And talk to your heart.

The only way to the Truth
Lies in the Truce
With the Holy Spirit who lives in you
And can lead you to
The everlasting peace.

A Prayer to Sophie

Sorting, sorting paper
From other garbage
Left over from a supper
Smelly is half-rotten cabbage

But I am far from a pauper
Sorting, sorting garbage
I am actually cat with endless purr
Because I'm having a time so super
With my sweet Goddess

Sorting, sorting garbage
This is the prayer that I offer
To my sweet Goddess Sophie
Who rewards my labour with
Pleasant sweats.

(In Gnosticism, the Holy Spirit was often called "Sophia.")

恭喜發財！

恭喜發財！

今日，唔駛執垃圾

平平安安[目訓]住過年初一

我而家係個懶[目訓]貓

但是咁樣先[o岩]啦

因為我咁樣先至醫到

龍馬精神病

其實，節日應該係

防止龍馬精神病[o既]

古人智慧[o既]產物

點都好啦，恭喜發財！

So much garbage...

So much garbage before the Lunar New Year…

After one day’s off tomorrow, I will start collecting garbage on the second day of the Year of the Dog.

I know garbage collectors are the most exploited people in this city but we cannot attract sympathy from international press like Filipina maids (who are paid better in Hong Kong than in any other countries in Asia) do.

Cannot See the Moon Tonight

Cannot see the moon tonight.
Without you the sky looks so empty.

But I know you are still there,
Giving a room by hiding
For a handful stars so that
They can shine even in this
Too bright metropolitan sky.

Haven't seen you quite a while
Without you the life is a bit awkward.
But I know despite your absence
You do exist on this earth and
Breathe the same air as I do.

Actually by hiding
You've given a room for
Thousands of people
In this metropolitan surface.

Through the long absence
You've taught me that
All the people are connected
Like spokes of a wheel
With One Source.

I know I can see you again someday,
My sweet Artemis...

(On the 28th day of the 12th month, the Year of Rooster)

To the Ones Who Have Ears

(Ha ha, I have been quite naughty in front of the Traditional Christian God these days. Maybe, I'll be burnt like Sodom someday...)

Thus spake the Prophet
And it's the Lord's final say
On the earth for which
Change only is eternal.

Thus spake the Prophet
So we've gotta cling to the same words
For tens of hundreds of years
Without ever doubting they've been
Long overdue for a critical update.

Because the Prophet spake so
We bow to no carved idols.
But standing against the power of change,
Clinging only onto the ancient wisdom,
We are actually worshipping idols
We've made up from the words of wisdom.

On this earth for which
Change only is eternal,
Refusal of change would only means
Refusal of pursuit of the Truth.

Yes, the time-tested prophecies
Still teach us so many things.
But we've also gotta listen to
Small voices of the Lord
Still told to the ones who have ears.

Going Home...

Walking against a headwind You are about to blown down. Continuing to walk against a headwind For your own glory, You may find a heroine inside of you. But I believe you can use the energy For a much better purpose than For your idol of heroism that Cannot even save you. Go home, find a shelter you can rest! Go home, to where you can lie down And save energy so that you can continue Walking much faster When the storm's over. Go home, take a refuge in a place of peace! Going home lets you preserve Your energy for higher purposes! Going home is not far from shameful. It's even more shameful to waste Your energy in vain! So, go home! You need a rest now for your future glory.

龍馬精神病

忙，就是心的滅亡
忙，就是mindless
如果要入天堂
需要的是mindfulness
我們真的要醫
龍馬精神病

慢下來，找時間
要跟住在
我們心中的聖靈

談談心事

Come over to me, my sweet Temptress!

What is the difference whether it is in a wife or a mother, it is still Eve the temptress that we must beware of in any woman... I fail to see what use woman can be to man, if one excludes the function of bearing children.
- St. Augustine

Temptress, come over to me!
I still remember the sweetness
Of the apple you gave me.
The sweet aroma of the fruit
Reminds me of nothing but life.

So come over to me,
My dear temptress!
Let me taste the sweetness
Of the life again.

Every man comes from you
And goes back to you
Because the Lord so ordered him.
Whenever the desire
To sink into you burns me,
What I long for is the return
To the Source.

Temptress, come over to me!
Bring me and the rest of the world,
That is burnt and driven by the Sun
Your fragrant sweats
That relieve thirst and tension.

Temptress, come over to me!
You opened my eyes so
That I can see the whole world.

Before your beautiful temptation
I had only known half the world...

Come over to me, my sweet Tempress!
Please heal my tired soul
With you gentle sliver moon rays.

Come over to me again, my sweet Temptress!
I want to know more about you
So that we can be full again.

I added the picture of a girl in a white leotard in the foolish hope that this barren blogspace could attract more viewers. Sorry if it offends somebody...

A Heretic

I don't believe in God.
Do you believe in the air
That you can breathe in?
Do you believe in the Sun
That warms all of us?

I don't have to believe in God
Because He is here in my heart
There in your hearts
And in the Energy
That covers and unites
Everything in this universe.

I don't have to believe in God
Because I know He is.

I know I am a heretic.
But what does it matter?
In this world that's getting
More and more open
Being a heretic
Simply connects me to
More and more of you.

When Buddha greeted me
Through my newborn son,
Thus I learnt that He was
One of many great windows
That lead to One God.

But I am not venturing into
A Brave New World.
I am just going home.
I am just taking Jesus' teachings home
So that I can share these with
Buddha, Lao-tzu and other great teachers
Of this part of the world.

I am just taking another window
To my home...

(I used to be a Protestant but I don't know what the h-ll I am now. My wife is of the Theravada Buddhist background. So I've learnt a lot from Buddha. I guess, I am becoming a Gnostic.)

Please turn your face to me, Artemis

Please turn your face to me, Artemis.
Gently light up
The depth of my heart.
Your light quietly opens
The hidden door of Unconscious
So that I can touch the Mystery,
The Wisdom that gives me peace.

I long for your light, Artemis.
Apollo's light is everywhere.
But in front of his blazing face,
The Wisdom in the depth shies away.

Please light up my heart, Artemis.
I want your gentle rays so that
I can reach the healing Wisdom
So that I can see the path to peace.

Please turn your face to me, my dear moon goddess.
The Wisdom of depth is very shy
So I want your gentle, quiet light.

(Artemis sometimes uses another name "Phoebe".)

ACIM Lesson 2

I see a telephone on my desk.
I remember it used to be Mr. Lee's garbage.

I see an aquarium next to a TV set.
I remember these used to be Mr. Chan's.

I see a water heater here.
A shoe rack, a rice steamer there,
A book case, a tea pot,
And many cups on the shelves there.
Every one of these used to be someone's garbage.

As I wiped them clean,
I ripped the meaning attached
When they had been thrown away
And gave new meanings to
These pieces of garbage
And gave them new lives.

They are not garbage anymore
Because I've given them
New meanings and
Second chances.

I have given everything I see in this room
[on this street, from this window, in this place]
all the meaning that it has for me.
- Lesson 2, Workbook For Students,
A Course In Miracles (ACIM)

深圳香格利拉

琴晚，我真係食垃圾。

執到一個好大好大o既蛋糕。
深圳香格利拉酒店o既，好好食。
之後？肚仔完全冇問題。

這是因為我做垃圾佬，我對細菌的抵抗力高了的呢？

I look like this

I look like this (according to my son).

Keep Sleeping, Angolmois

It's kinna weird.
It's already 2006.
It's kinna weird always for me to see
A year starting with a “20”.

It's kinna weird.
It's been already seven years
Since the date the world
Was supposed to end.

Did Angolmois oversleep?

Although it's kinnna weird
The world keeps turning, anyway.

Perhaps an unfulfilled prophecy
Might mean continuous pains.
But at least for me
Angolmois' inaction brought
Quite a few precious people
Around me.

It's you here, it's you there
And it's you shy over there but
Always giving me light like the moon.

So I thank the horrible king for
Forgetting falling down to earth.

Please keep sleeping, Angolmois.
Even though it is not perfect,
I still love this world.

Yes, I do eat garbage

A smelly pile of filth in front of me
Waits to be picked up
And change into my food.

Yes, I do eat garbage.
Piles of newspaper and aluminum
Turn into my favorite food
After pulled out from other garbage
And seasoned with my sweats.

A smelly pile of filth that I pick up
Is the remain of desires we all make,
Is also a mirror of our hearts.

Yes, I do love this job.
Picking up garbage does not just
Clean the town
But also washes my heart with
Pleasant sweats that work can make
But I have long forgotten.

A Hole and the Full Moon

I saw a deep hole today.
So deep that it'd take thousands of years before
A dropped pebble reaches to the bottom.
It's a hole I face
Time to time in my soul.

So dark. It looked very evil.
So deep. It seemed to devour
Anything exposed to it.

I saw a full moon tonight.
The fullest and the brightest
I'd seen in months.
Her light gently penetrated
Into the hole in my soul.

Actually it was not that deep.
Just deception of darkness
made it look bottomless.
Actually it was not evil.
It was just my soul's desire
To shed a light onto the long-ignored pain.

So I saw the hole
Because it wanted to be
Seen more clearly tonight
Under the gentle moon rays.