past memory

I can feel the sweet now,
when I remember the past bitterness
I can feel joyful now,
when I remember the past sorrowness
I can feel lucky now.
when I remember the past wretchedness


I can feel abundant now,
when I remember the past long lacking
I can feel secured now,
when I remember the past threatening
I can feel relaxed now,
when I remember the past damn rushing


*** Thanks God.....everything is perfect in YOUR HAND ****

THE TRIUMPH

the triumph for a baby
reaching and holding a birth certificate

the triumph for a kid
reaching and holding a school certificate

the triumph for a teen
reaching and holding an idealism certificate

the triumph for a bachelor
reaching and holding a bank certificate

the triumph for an old man
reaching and holding a health certificate

the triumph of the triumphs
reaching and holding A DEATH CERTIFICATE

ENVY

Feeling envy is subtle,
Likes a string of thin bristle,
It is not easily seen,
But it is a real sin.

Envy produced stink rattle,
Making the teeth go brittle,
Causing rotten all dentins,
Getting only self-ruin.

the scent of december

The breeze sneaks into my room thru the upper ventilation, and whisper softly to announce its coming.."wake up, ...this is me"
Heavily and doubtfully, I lift up my eyelids and squint at the clock and doze off.
For the second time with the same gently voice, it whispers again.."don't you look forward to seeing the gifts I've prepared for you ? with me also a present that you've never dared to dream about before..I have prepared it for years ."

Suddenly I realize that's the real voice of my true old friend that never fails to come in every december. I pop out the eyes, stretch my body ,snatch the handmade wallet and dash to the six year old bike for a joy ride. In the nearby traditional market I park my bike and start to fill my basket. After quite enough time the basket looks overburdened and my wallet goes empty. And I go home.

On the way, my best old friend and I chant in harmony...It empowers me to forget all the pain, the scars, the bitterness, and the tears...
My heart is so light without any burden. I feel I can fly.

At home I take out each thing purchased. Compliment after compliment for each of the things uttered over and over. I am so content and pleased.
Once in a while my old friend hides and comes out immediately to make me laugh and sure that everything is all right.

My old friend always conjures up memories of memorable family events,my mom's busy kitchen, my father's advices, my siblings' hopes, and my dreams when I was very young.....!!