there are things that one will never know.

there are things that one will never know.
some little things that remain undisclosed, unopened.
i probe and try, but they always elude me. its sad that people will never know everything.
that some secrets are just not meant to be revealed.

happiness

happiness is something i run after all the time.
i keep thinking happiness deludes me all the time.

but then a simple tune makes my heart warm.
a smile makes my thoughts melt.
a voice makes me smile.

isn't this happiness?
is it that simple?
then who told me to look so hard? it was here all along.

blue


the great wide blue spaces liberate.

so lavish the colours.

i am not afraid of being alone up here.


(written up in the mountains, after the open skies, sitting on a bench after a few mouthful of cool raw salmon. heh.)

Henry David Thoreau

our life is filtered away by details... simplify, simplify!
(excerpt from the book Motionless Jorney - From a Hermitage in the Himalayas)

lets pretend

lets pretend we met flying in the sky

it

i am afraid of it
why is is such an enemy?
i heard so much about you,
i saw you among tall dreams,
but when i look into your eyes,
your cold stare unnerves me.
why am i your enemy?
anything i said, did, thought?

when i sit up late

(yellow lights...
i me mine... all through the night, i me mine i me mine i me mine
i don't want to wake up)

i want to escape to a place
beaten by the wind
somewhere near the roof of the earth
above the confines of my cares.

from where i will watch a glimpse of a realm
not of mine.
bouncing river,
a cataract of evening sun,
caught in the sleeve of a cloud.

pacifist

I don't know about Gandhi, but I am a non-violent pacifist because I am weak.

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pretty unspeakable and indescribable, this feeling in my gut.

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bitter sweet. what do i feel at the end of the year.
whats the end of the year even.
just another passing of time from then to now.