
gliding train moves through early morning night
i see ASK in the window
should i ?
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experiences life authentically…

gliding train moves through early morning night
i see ASK in the window
should i ?
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You are me, and I am you.
Isn’t it obvious that we “inter-are”?
You cultivate the flower in yourself,
so that I will be beautiful.
I transform the garbage in myself,
so that you will not have to suffer.
I support you;
you support me.
I am in this world to offer you peace;
you are in this world to bring me joy.
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When we don’t know why we are depressed,
depression rules our lives.
When we don’t know why we are anxious,
anxiety pushes us around.
When we don’t know what emotion is,
we lose the key to experience living.
If we don’t know what we don’t know,
we are well-programmed robots that wonder in the malls,
sophisticatedly scanning brand name,
but never smelling the essence of life.
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Awake.
Why did I ……wake up?
as this person who can not see sunshine.
Want to breathe my last breath to beg
for this bed named “Cloudy”
to swallow my existence.
Come on!
Just disappear,
Zombielike me.
………
Awake again.
Why?
Where is the end of this torment?
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Socks
Socks
Often warm and fuzzy
enfolding grateful toes
Now embraced by shoes
Secure
Ready for the night walk
Jim is a very dear friend of mine who lives in San Francisco. He told me that this poem came to him after he read my Which pair of socks. We took a picture for his socks last weekend when he visited me so we can finally post this poem here.
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I exist,
in my breath,
in my body,
in my awareness,
I exist,
when I am lost in the wonder of early fog,
when spring snow wakes up sweet buds,
when I have a hard time deciding which pair of socks to wear today,
I exist,
especially,
when we meet in that amazing place.
(This poem is in a dialog with Lanny’s “Between inhale and exhale” )
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The iPod is a great hit of the modern world. I am sitting here with my beat-up MP3 player; and still don’t feel like getting one. Looking at my MP3 player on the desk, I can’t help smiling at him (I think it is a boy) with appreciation.
My ‘boy’ has never been “cool” enough whenever an iPod was around. But it is just so “right” to me. Let me put it this way, not everybody prefers a supermodel. No matter how wonderful or sexy they look, they often are just not my people.
I got this player on the internet several years ago. It was on sale and fitted all my needs: It was quite light, had expandable memory and voice recording function. I could use one rechargeable AAA that would last 10 hours. What was so great about it which I did not realize then was its precious company.
I had lived in San Francisco for around 7 years. San Francisco was a very rough city for a foreigner like me, regardless of its beautiful look, incredible cultural depth, and amazing consciousness movement. On the way to where I worked and studied, I had great opportunities to encounter San Francisco’s rough energy: property, anger, violence, and craziness. I did not shut myself down when I experienced suffering. That was the way I chose to learn to be a human. I considered this to be one kind of spiritual practice for me. (Please don’t try to do this on your own. It is very important that you can protect yourself by shutting yourself down when you encounter something unsafe) Fortunately, it worked well for me. That experience made me the therapist that I wanted to be. It really assisted me to be able to see my clients’ sufferings more clearly without judgment.
This particular spiritual practice lasted for a few years. What accompanied me on this journey was this MP3 player and Michelle’s music, an album that I had waited for 7 years to hear.
Each day,
Michelle’s music met the suffering of the city in a very strange way.
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Experiencing the chaos,
I was watching her dreamy music vibrated with
the tears
of San Francisco.
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It’s full.
A heart is filled…
with pain.
It’s full.
A heart is filled…
with confusion.
It’s full.
A heart is filled…
with numbness.
Then it’s empty.
A heart becomes emptiness…
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How did it start?
The unknown lyrics became enjoyment.
Having no idea about what they sing,
I come closer to the music itself,
and now am more capable of noticing its language.
Being here,
in the unclear realm between soul and emotion,
I am an easy guest,
allowing myself to vibrate with the moment where each note meets the voice…
Please don’t ask what music I listen to now.
I worry,
that you can’t help sending its translation to me.
I don’t want to know,
really I don’t want to know,
I want only this pure resonance in my chest to go on…
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