Chaos is amnesia splitting and spinning out of control.

You'll get better

Make believe this is,
just a yawn and a sneeze.
What a relief.

M&M

Menerokai dunia habuk
Mata semakin sejuk.

Listen

I killed an ant or maybe two
I talk about peace and listen to peaceful tunes.
How many of you are like me?
Like me?

Maybe

Have we met before little bee?

Have I forgotten or do I still owe you something little bee?

Were we lovers or enemies?

You are scaring me for flying so close to my face.

It's my fault, I forget this is a wonderland and I forget how to hear you speak.

Must be all the fake food I've been eating and maybe lack of sleep.

peace

Momentarily absolved from grief, Galena sees the world in a new light and the collapse of stuff that are unimportant before her eyes. The appearance of state is changing rapidly - a cup no longer a cup, a table oscillating into a seed...yet Galena sees clearly that its chemical composition remains the same. In her hands, rest the key to unlock all of the magician's codes but the persistent grief returns and blinds her once more. Galena weeps for a while, not for sorrow but for glee. Can't you see? It's possible to be free. The moon after the eclipse is full and blissful. 

Peace. 

Where did all the yogis go?

They are being reborn as diamonds, and some into gold.

Information is the resolution of uncertainty.
- Claude Shannon

Good Day Today

popo

My grandmother sat in the kitchen all day long,

it gave her glimpses of day to night and how time passed her by.

Her crippled legs forced her to sit and stay while the world drifted away.

Always waiting for someone to come home and turn on the light, 

her woven bamboo hand fan was more for chasing the mosquitoes away than to create breeze.
During magic hours, rolls of mozzies lined up and sucked on her legs like at a buffet table.

An old-fashioned girl, she never believed in doctors and hospitals. She believed in gods, faith and old remedies. But none saved her.

Tiny worms lived inside her legs and they caused her blood to change, poisoning her from within.

She died in the emergency ward and I was 7.  Moments before her death, she reminded her eldest son to give me money for sweets.

Sometimes,  morning like this is something else.

Einstein, 1954

A human being is part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for the few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty...The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive.

(Albert Einstein, 1954) 

Ferenc Fricsay conducts Smetena - Moldau

光明磊落就是人间自由。

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience. 

- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Two Gods

Can you spare a light? 
You won't embrace it.

You have plenty to give. 
And you'll change it back to your current state.

Just give me some of your children to light my way.
And you'll turn them into your slaves.

Not my fault if they enjoy my company.
Here take it. Suck the light out of me.

The soul is just a girl

He looks up at the flawless moon, a bright and perfect circle hanging in the sky. The night is young but he feels old and angry. Earlier this morning, he met some people that needed his help, there are always people...Tonight, flying from window to window, his burden gets heavier and his shadow becomes denser. Arriving at a bedroom window, he quietly creeps inside to where the sleeper resides, to a king size bed where a girl not older than 16 sleeps and dreams. Her reflection in the mirror reveals the external - an old woman with deep locks between the eyes but the soul....the soul is just a girl. People like her need his help, he tells himself the same speech every time.

Inches away from touching her face, he begins to hum a melody, pleasant and hypnotic, creating sound waves that quickly filled the room, only to gather and rearrange again at the sleeper's temple. Like obedient soldiers, the rearranged waves then break down the barrier of the mind and enter deep into her subconscious on his command. Immediately, the sleeper goes into shock and her whole body trembles violently. Eyes still closed, she screams in tremendous agony as though someone is ripping her insides apart...

When it is finally done, the waves swim out of her as echoes. The humming ceases and the echoes grow louder with true names of her demons. Without hesitation, he slays them one by one as though he has been doing this for a long time. Those that will not die, he swallows.

The more he swallows, the angrier he gets until the room can no longer contain him. BOOM. Spontaneous combustion!

As the sun rises,  she wakes up from a terrible nightmare where a strange shadow came through her window and exploded. More importantly, for the first time in a long while, she feels light and happy. 
Life is worth living, she feels as if she owes it to someone for her to live well.