Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

Scary Thoughts

I I would like to fill up my moments
With something to do
Watch TV or read something
Or go to parties
To talk about things
That I can not solve any way
We just talk and talk
Eat and eat
And laugh and laugh
Having a good time after all.

It is scary to think about
Time without those
The moment of silence
When I have to face myself
One on one
And confront the question
What am I doing any way
For the last so many decades?

It is nice to be aloof
From myself
Pursuing something
Easy to do
Needing no discipline
Or sacrifice of desire
Just following the protocols
Of living as I am supposed

In the midst of this good life
Something pokes me from behind
Where will these all end
When I go away forever?
((*.*))
December 25, 2006