Saturday, August 26, 2006
Boy: Daddy, I'm feeling lost.
Dad: Tell me about it, son.
Boy: I'm trying to find something I can't seem to find.
Dad pat son on his head, and said, "You're thinking too much, boy. It's time for bed.
Run along."
The next day, dad woke up to find boy in a pool of his own blood from his mouth.
Right beside him was a piece of paper, it wrote:
Daddy,
I finally found it.
The something I couldn't seem to find.
I realised I have to drop the Treasure in the feeling of being LOST,
to fully appreciate Sorrow.
I'm hurting now.
But at the same time, I feel joy.
For I finally found the thing I thought I could never find.
I found LOSS.
It's beautiful.
Beautiful.
Love,
Son.
Yours truely, Zhikai
|9:36 AM|
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The lightnings flashed.
The thunders roared after.
At least the skies are lashed.
At least nature's not bashed.
The concrete ground.
The rock as pillow.
At least sleep knows no bound.
At least dreams can be found.
The eyes of rain.
The skin like zipper, it tears.
At least I can feel pain.
At least my feelings' not a lain.
Do I have to try?
How Humpty-Humpty Felt?
Where do I pry?
What makes me go dry?
Yours truely, Zhikai
|10:09 PM|
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I want the clouds as my blanket.
I want the moon as my bedside lamp.
I want the stars as the sugar in my tea.
I see only darkness when morning comes.
I hear only weeping when noon arrives.
I taste only alkali when dusk falls.
When I feel cold, someone on the heater.
When I feel tired, someone sings me a lullaby.
When I can't find my way, someone navigates for me.
Yours truely, Zhikai
|7:50 PM|
