What is this thing that we pursue?
What is it that I pursue?
Is it happiness?
Is it money?
Power?
Fame?
I think not. Happiness can be attained even when having nothing. It is when we have something that we cannot fully gain the meaning of happiness because then we want more. Definitely we want more. Maybe tomorrow or next week? Maybe even next month or next year? Or are you craving for something already?
I am seeking for which that cannot be found. Bits and pieces reveal themselves to me and yet are out of reach. Yet there are still more out there which is still hidden. Yet I cannot do anything. Yet again,again yet. Yet.
Yet there are still no answers. Yet.
26 May 2010
17 May 2010
Prelude
Waiting for a person to appear,
Just waiting, waiting forever.
And when the person finally appears,
A hand is extended in greeting.
Despite all of my fears,
Nothing happened in our meeting.
Yet I feel sad,
For I didn't expect it to be that bad.
Not a smile not a thing.
It was as if I wasn't living.
That added to what I already had,
is a life of misery and pain.
I've never expected much,
but I didn't expect to get nothing.
Even if my entire life was a sin.
Just waiting, waiting forever.
And when the person finally appears,
A hand is extended in greeting.
Despite all of my fears,
Nothing happened in our meeting.
Yet I feel sad,
For I didn't expect it to be that bad.
Not a smile not a thing.
It was as if I wasn't living.
That added to what I already had,
is a life of misery and pain.
I've never expected much,
but I didn't expect to get nothing.
Even if my entire life was a sin.
09 May 2010
38 Meaningless Meaning
Walking down a deserted street with no turns left nor right
Looking up into a sky which was neither dark nor bright
I walk through an arch, an open door
In an empty space, an empty floor
Leading to no other rooms
The white walls were bare
The ceiling not even there
I used to wonder
And then I'd ponder
Where was I?
What was I?
The answers were simple yet not quite so.
This post is truly a great example.
Start with a song,
Then a haiku.
Then a rhyming riddle
With equal syllables
At first you don't see it,
When mentioned you count it.
I rhyme every phrase,
Counting each syllable.
The end result is a wonderful poem,
But its meaning still hidden from your sight.
There are no meaningless struggles,
Not a single word put to waste.
The question is the purpose,
The answer is the method.
The reason is the truth,
The excuse is the front.
Find it to know it.
Know it to find it.
If you would care,
It would be there.
Looking up into a sky which was neither dark nor bright
I walk through an arch, an open door
In an empty space, an empty floor
Leading to no other rooms
The white walls were bare
The ceiling not even there
I used to wonder
And then I'd ponder
Where was I?
What was I?
The answers were simple yet not quite so.
This post is truly a great example.
Start with a song,
Then a haiku.
Then a rhyming riddle
With equal syllables
At first you don't see it,
When mentioned you count it.
I rhyme every phrase,
Counting each syllable.
The end result is a wonderful poem,
But its meaning still hidden from your sight.
There are no meaningless struggles,
Not a single word put to waste.
The question is the purpose,
The answer is the method.
The reason is the truth,
The excuse is the front.
Find it to know it.
Know it to find it.
If you would care,
It would be there.
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