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The Bugger

That bugger.
You know, the one that bugs?

You think it’s him, her or them
a situation, thing or even that place.

But seriously, it’s not what you think.

The bugger bugs,
and bugs,
and bugs…
you’d find that the bugger is
the MOST serious bugger in town… SeRiOuS-LY!!!

Until the bugger gets your attention;
inwards, inwards, inwards…
Until you begin to surrender;
totally, totally, totally…

And fear not,
for the moment you go waywired again;
the bugger bugs again
and again, and again,
until the bugger gets your attention, again.

And we keep thinking it is someone or something
especially when turning it around doesn’t even help anymore! Argh!

That’s when you suddenly realise,
you FINALLY realise…
who the biggest bugger is all these while!!
‘O my GOOD-NESS!!!

You’d be shocked and surprised!!

And then at the end,
marvelled,
and it is just laughter all the way….

All that buggin’… sighs…

Well done, bugger!
What Joy!
And I love you too… 🙂

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The Ps

When you see a problem, therein lies your potential.

~ GG ~

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Stretched Winter

It has been a long winter,
no wonder drawn to such.

Dry branches, withering leaves;
chilly wind blowing, trivial stiff movements.

Indeed a beauty,
dying its natural death;
and in its death,
births another new life –

from nature, as nature, to nature.

Oh how wonderful this winter has been!

The silent night,
no words, no thoughts.

Occasional echoes of faint memories,
no longer longing to capture or retain.

Swiftly each surfaces, swiftly each passes;
like the mist of dawn fading,
back into nothingness.

Soon spring will come,
and the birds will begin to chirp.

The flowers will bloom,
in beautiful, bright colours.

Children’s laughter will be heard at the park.

And it begins again,
a whole new world…

~ written on 18th December 2011, Hong Kong ~

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Perfect Now

The chilly wind blows
her fingers icy
“This is madness” she cried
and then chuckled at the same thought.

The cat runs to greet her
though staying at a distance
not one, but three of them
from whence they come from
she did not stop to ask.

The glittering lights on the decorated trees
people walking in and out of the rotating door
occasionally, some with leashed dogs
watching them go
watching some come back
in and out
from the scene of where she is.

The moment
not any better
not any worse
all occurring the way it is
just content
she smiles silently.

For all is well
all is just right
flawless
as it is Now
and she would and could not
wish it anyhow else.

~ written for 13th December 2011, Beijing ~

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Neverchanging Innate Self

They tell me that people change. I smile and tell them ‘the innate Self never changes.’ ~ GG

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Ended Wait

For so long
I have waited
Not knowing
What was going on
Yet also knowing
Something was ongoing.

And so I endured
Not because I am a hero
But because there was nothing else to do
Except to be patient for the moment
To be realised
Or at least, to be reflected back
That it has been done
It is already done.

Was it a victorious moment?
It was a moment of ease
Finally a moment of being let go
Although not yet fully
But at the least
A beginning has initiated.

Does it matter how long?
I do not know.
Love waits, you see
And because this Love has Wisdom
All the more it does not
And will not
And cannot lose.

The wait in stillness
The stillness in tyranny
The tyranny, seen or unseen
Putting up a show or two
Playfully or not
Yet, does it really matter?

It was worth the wait
It is worth the wait
It will be worth the wait…

Because the wait does, will and has come to an end.

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Hoping for Change

What drives one to continuously try to change what is outside,
is hope.

And what stops one from trying to change what is outside,
is the realisation of hopelessness.

Paradoxically, in that hopelessness is hope found,
save that this time, it is hope for the inner world.

And in the realisation of abundance in the inner world,
the outer world changes.

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Come to me, my Love

“So this is the adventure I propose to you. I want every thought and every feeling, every hope and every dream, every fear and every pain. I want them all. I will put them in my pot and pour in spices from the East. I will stir them with my will, and add my love and prayers for you. Later you will dine with me and the food you eat will make you strong. Your shallow self will cook away, in the depth you carry in you. Bring to me your hunger, and I will feed you from my womanself. Bring to me your yearning, for I am big enough to meet you there. I bring with me a spirit who will dwell with us forever. It will make our love an enchanted place, and we will become who we truly are. Now come up to the wall with me, and the wall will disappear, my love. The wall will disappear.” 

~ above being an excerpt from Enchanted Love by Marianne Williamson
and
the below being an inquiry from MA ~

It is inspiring when the I is from “God” and from oneself to oneself.

It’s another meaning if God and oneself is omitted.

Hmm, I wonder why the discretion?

Isn’t I = God

Isn’t I = Oneself

Isn’t I = YOU

*appreciating MA for the generous sharing of your insights*

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Neverending Needs

This whole darn world is driven by needs. When one is fulfilled, another comes to play… as if one can never be contented just being in the moment – each moment driven by one need and another and another… even when one is fulfilled and then consumed by a sense of satisfaction or a victorious moment, comes another of reliance, or dependence because of the roles we play, incessantly played out by ideas of limitations, of conditions, or needing and being needed – never, ever free from each other. Yet, is the key to cease all roles?

The need to love, be loved; the need to belong, be belonged; to have, to not have and etc… the wanting, the grasping, the craving… never one moment without another except for its intensities hence defining them as separate.

I need you, I want you – so darn ancient and familiar. All about “I” and “you”, never being complacent with just being, as in being with whatever that comes up thus leading to scheming, manipulating, doing, convincing. Even in a mere space of expression can be accompanied with the subtle intent of unconscious attack and defence hence propelling an argument or war of some sort either in physical sense or in the mind.

The tyranny of the world – never really freeing oneself and others entirely – always moving either towards oneself or others – one either obscuring the world or totally lost and immerse in the world – seldom is one balanced.

The game never ends. So what is comforting? Until one is willing to take full responsibility, until one is ready and willing to be brutally honest and truthful. Yet, how can one be when conditioning does not allow?

Choices – do we really have a choice except to be patient for the effects to wear out when wisdom is not at bay; for any form of “doing” void of wisdom is merely a propelling of ignorance stemming from the wrong, defiled attitude of running away and hence creating the repeated moment of running away, running away and running away again.

Let’s stay here. Still, and accept what is, as in whatever that is arising within here and now. Whatever it is, and allow it all to be fully blown up and then fully flushed out of the system –  of course, until the next wave hits again. They are simply emotions, just effects because the cause was not seen and there is nothing to do about them to get rid of them. Simply nature of how things are as in the cause and effect of it… this idea, this reality, this emotion; and then when and if the realisation hits, it is over…. and then the choice to experience another – whether it is a entirely new experience, or a repeated one (though in variation of its relatives); with wisdom, we can’t really lose; but without wisdom to realise, at least have whatever wisdom that is available to just stay here and now, patiently. There is no where to go anyway. Just here and now.

Patience, afterall, is a virtue…

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Duplicates

We are really, just like copycats.

What we learn, we pass on
making others our duplicates.

Much like how we are duplicates to our forefathers

either passing on a holistic ritual
or a habitual routine

either passing down ignorance
or wisdom

depending on what we are at that moment.

In either that we choose
in the moment

either refining our beingness
or fouling the spirit

either way, it serves its purpose.

The only question is, who and what are we serving?

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