Drunk Writing – It
醉行文---它
It, has always been very mysterious, very strange, and unfathomable.
Perhaps I will ask: Today, what should I do?
The right thing? The wrong thing?
Anyway, right wrong is hard to separate!
To separate? Whom to ask?
If already a reality, no need to ask,
Yet to be a reality, just do it, no need to ask, either!
So, the choices, where are they?
I’ll keep in mind what Today can do, let it decides then.
But, I’ve never asked, never asked Yesterday or Tomorrow,
what they want Today to do?
Never asked Yesterday how it spent its day?
Also, never asked Tomorrow what it wants to do, either?
I thought they communicate with each other,
When in fact, they don’t know each other at all.
Yesterday never knew Today exists.
And Today is not concern with Yesterday’s or Tomorrow’s fate.
As for Tomorrow, its sight is set so high it spares no thought for those behind it.
Consequently, though plainly intertwined as a pulse, they go their own separate way!
Wrong! I was wrong! I was too permissible with them!
Wrong! I was wrong! I didn’t tell Yesterday that Today was its child;
I didn’t tell Today that Yesterday was its mother;
I didn’t tell Tomorrow that without Yesterday & Today, there’s no you!
Wrong! I was wrong! If only I had taught Today well from the start.
Then the problems with Yesterday and Tomorrow would not have occurred.
And I will not have to worry about those three!
Fortunately, it’s still not too late, seize the present,
Teach Today well.
pp 88-89
Drunk Writing – World
醉行文---世界
Staring at the ceiling, a light’s up there;
Lying flat, absorbing the feel of being alive.
Humans will at times doubt,
Or perhaps ponder the value of being alive,
But, reality or perhaps the present often times,
At that very moment cannot be fully grasped.
Perhaps at that moment will question
The flavor of existence: Sugary? Sour? Sweet? Hot?
If so, might as well ask oneself this:
“How’s life today? How to live tomorrow?”
Eyes closed; Going to sleep? Or drunk? Or tired? Or feeling guilty?
Once, someone asked: While lying on the bed,
Staring silently at the ceiling, what did one see?
Perhaps you will say I saw the ceiling, that’s it.
Or perhaps, you saw the world beyond the ceiling.
Once, that same person also asked: Below the ceiling,
What’s there? People? Things? Who? What?
Within the same space, its past existences
Are beyond our wishful thinking or imagination.
50 years or perhaps 100 years ago? Who?
Who had once lain in this patch of hazy, boundaryless juncture?
Mulling: Who’s who? Where’s who? Doing what? Thinking of whom?
Living? Waiting? For whom?
Then, with eyes open or eyes close, will the world vary?
Perhaps the world cannot be seen with eyes, or be heard with ears,
Or be touched with hands and feet, or be breathed with lungs
Or be tasted with tongue.
In that case…use the heart then!
Perhaps I can use my heart to observe, to sense, to feel, to experience.
Your world is up to you to imagine.
Mine, belongs to me.
pp86-87
Lying flat, absorbing the feel of being alive.
Humans will at times doubt,
Or perhaps ponder the value of being alive,
But, reality or perhaps the present often times,
At that very moment cannot be fully grasped.
Perhaps at that moment will question
The flavor of existence: Sugary? Sour? Sweet? Hot?
If so, might as well ask oneself this:
“How’s life today? How to live tomorrow?”
Eyes closed; Going to sleep? Or drunk? Or tired? Or feeling guilty?
Once, someone asked: While lying on the bed,
Staring silently at the ceiling, what did one see?
Perhaps you will say I saw the ceiling, that’s it.
Or perhaps, you saw the world beyond the ceiling.
Once, that same person also asked: Below the ceiling,
What’s there? People? Things? Who? What?
Within the same space, its past existences
Are beyond our wishful thinking or imagination.
50 years or perhaps 100 years ago? Who?
Who had once lain in this patch of hazy, boundaryless juncture?
Mulling: Who’s who? Where’s who? Doing what? Thinking of whom?
Living? Waiting? For whom?
Then, with eyes open or eyes close, will the world vary?
Perhaps the world cannot be seen with eyes, or be heard with ears,
Or be touched with hands and feet, or be breathed with lungs
Or be tasted with tongue.
In that case…use the heart then!
Perhaps I can use my heart to observe, to sense, to feel, to experience.
Your world is up to you to imagine.
Mine, belongs to me.
pp86-87
TN: So where do our souls go after death? Steven believes to heaven. I too believe to heaven yet I also believes in afterlife. So confusing! Where do you believe our souls will go to after death?
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