October 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
“I will be waiting here for your silence to break,
for your soul to shake, for your love to wake.”
December 1, 2009 § 2 Comments
When sunrise lights the soul and illusion just dissolves,
Countless bitter tears are forever lost in fresh rainfall.
“The desire of a thoughtlessly living man grows like a creeper.
Drifts from one life to another, like a monkey looking for fruit in the forest.
When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world,
one’s sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.
But when one masters this wretched desire, which is so hard to overcome,
then one’s sorrows just drop off, like a drop of water…”