Pharmaceutical is but a placebo, so is everything else.
Put it in a bigger capsule, will you?

Filled with despair, they turned to the ocean to renew hope.
Their tears tasted of salt, their pupils dilated.
Maybe they knew all along where they belong.
After they are gone, their family and loved ones wept on land.
After they are gone, the sea transformed them into mermaids.

坚强是本能

寂

常挂在口边的开始腐烂
不足为提

无形之心

意 - 音 +  心 - 心发出的声音
見 - 目 +  人 - 人的眼睛
意见反射出来的是全息图，
好像真实但也只不过是个复杂的三维干涉模式。

Oops , something went wrong.
Unknown errors. 

She asked to see her mindstream. Politely, she opened her skull to meet the brain.
The energetic signatures gushed out and knocked the lights out.
Just trying to see what is, makes it impossible to see what is. 

"The wound is the place where Light enters you."
- Rumi

不认识批判的最快乐

树木是安静的
花草不说话
尽在不言中
就尽在不言中

Mercy for Animals

Posting this is not an act to conjure guilt in anyone or to cause any riff between those who eat meat and those who don't... but thought we should know. What you do (or not do) next is entirely up to you. 

雷婷---假如我是真的

Get up, get up, get up everytime you fall but sometimes I just want to lie there.

Seated, the pupil draws out a sword and cuts away the apple in his throat.

Resting and paying what is heard and what is remembered,

He listens to his bleeding and the cosmic vibration,

Recollecting the memory of being here -

A diorama, through that which is seen.

The most ordinary things are to philosophy a source of insoluble puzzles. With infinite ingenuity it constructs a concept of space or time and then finds it absolutely impossible that there be objects in this space or that processes occur during this time...the source of this kind of logic lies in the excessive confidence in the so-called laws of thoughts.

- Ludwig Boltzmann 

To overcome fear suggests and brings about the existence of fear for you to overcome.

The bright glow is floating before his eyes, he thinks he is seeing the divine but it's just afterimages fooling his mind.

The path is anew but the clever old man has been on it many times.

Along the way, he meets some strangers, mothers and fathers, thieves and gods. Constantly writing and documenting, the limitations of words upset him, pronouns and adjectives are inadequate. Taking matters into his own hands, the old man sets out to create a new language, one that roams freer in spacetime. So the path is anew and for awhile, the old man forgets about time, and stays blissfully ignorant just for a little while.

Reflection and refraction
The rainbow is in the White
Light

A smack of jellies and universes blooming.

Fear of the dark, we find solace in artificial lights. 

There I was, beyond the point of no return.

I knew how pointless it was to try and swim away...so I gave up fighting altogether. 

A psychic observer communicated with me and told me how he enjoyed watching my flesh and bones tore away like tissues in a juice blender. Frankly, I felt nothing of that kind but trust me, it was intense. Everything I ever knew came out to play: I was there, disappeared, became someone else...no information is lost...and so, I wasn't interested in looking at my flesh or bones at that time. If I was, I could get sucked into the same wheel and forget, reset everything. But I held on to the centre, and crossed it, I leapt into it. The knot is not really a knot, more like circuits. I am passing through them as we speak, becoming and decaying with nothing to lose, nothing to gain. 
The expansion continues, it will not stop because of me.
The parasol is still showing picture stories of space. 
Before/at/after the event horizon, the centre remains the same. 

Where did all the buddhas go?

Everywhere...becoming Chameleon particles, glowing after death.

There is beauty when one gives all attention, not to the external worlds but to the universe itself. 

Spinning and spinning just to get a glimpse of day and night.

What about day and night? 

Perceiving and projecting,
Oh what a chore!
My whole body is sore.
When light comes in, maybe I'll know that I exist.

海

The anchor is there but you don't see it.
Who put it there?
You did. You have forgotten that you are at sea.
I didn't forget, I was too caught up with my human experience. 
Lift it, the sea is still the same. 

The victim drowned in the chamber of dry eyes.

No more parts to play
No more pretenting how the apple is real
Now eat it like a true Dalai

Why try so hard to define it?
Because I want to understand it?
Can you understand without defining it?
...

不合群的动物
厌世人的世人

Hypocrisy is a lie with nasty personalities,
Hitching a ride with words of no meaning.

Early birdsong, hitting the sweet spot.

"Put it to sleep."
"It will wake up again, stronger."

"Bury it deep."
"It will crawl its way out again, angrier."

"Kill it."
"It is immortal, it is you."

"Eat some sunlight and sing a lullaby, hope for the best until the best becomes you, until the word loses all meaning."

"That's what I do. I burn all bridges.
Let it burn, burn it to the ground."
Zzzzz

Self destruction begins with passion, ends with exhaustion.

Oblique cases of 'I'

Look at me!

Where? Which is it?

raincloud and rainbow

No one thinks like him, hence the loneliness.
Everyone thinks like him, hence the politics.

Unity and order are a bunch of astronomers,
Looking beyond and forgetting oneself.

Red

Word not yet invented and no fantasy of time.
He was just sitting there, no thoughts.
Another came and offered him a tall glass of red wine.
Thoughts.
A yes or no based on a myriad of whys and hows.
A conversation that leads to now.
Out of the glass, the red birthmark is very becoming. 

Black hole

2-dimensional objects cast 1-dimensional shadows.
3-dimensional objects cast 2-dimensional shadows.
4-dimensional objects cast 3-dimensional shadows...
Jump off the plane.

Focus on infinity until eyes start seeing stars
Always closer and further than they appear
No ill intention no discrimination
Just pay attention.

他有自恋狂，总爱自欺欺人
能察觉到他的变态，是因为自己也有狂。

Time, season

The house is temporary and so is this.
My job is temporary and soon I will call my friends.
Needs and procrastination are temporary, the tattoo isn't.
Put all together, temps become eternity.
Take it apart to get the illusion of passing.

很想被感动

看不见大海只尝到咸
重蹈覆辙，不如禅定

昏眩时，叫心炼金术。

蒙在鼓里，徘徊在知识与无知之间

趁罪恶感还未结晶之前

淡然回头，漠漠然

总有一刻知道得道

Idleness is not still
It's a fall with bruises and cuts
Beneath an arrogant front.

Taking Space

A temple of infite space rests in the mind;
Never distracted by the ever-growing personas and crimes,
The temple remains holy and spacetime expanding...
Enough room for everything,
As long as it takes.

表象人格在说动听的话, 别迷了。

Hero

A hero lost all six of his superpowers. He searched everywhere and asked every seers but was always met with disappointment and despair. Just when he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a curious Lost and Found counter and a curiouser man behind it. All his features seemed abnormally unproportionate to the shape of his face, like a stylized sketch from a avant garde artist.

'Hey zero, come here...' the curious man called out. 

My name is 无始 (wú shǐ)', the hero shouted back and walked towards the man to ask the same question; somehow, he had a feeling that he might find his lost powers here. He took out a matchbox from his pocket, and poured all the matchsticks onto the counter top. Breaking and bending them, he began to make different shapes, a square, triangle, pentagon, octagon, decagon and a star, all together six poorly depicted geometric shapes. 'Have you seen any of these?'
The man behind the counter looked at the stick-shapes, leaned forward and without any warning, spat at 无始's face. 'Why did you do that for?' 无始 was quite upset. 
'Because you no longer hold the foresight, and you don't know how to get up.'
'That's just one of my six problems, which is why I need your ____; I know you can ____ me so please...____'
'I can show you', the man stuck a fist into his ears and pulled out three strings of words. Although dripping in some ghastly fluids, 无始 could still see the words and they spelled help, help, help. Crushing the words into dust, the man then sprinkled it onto the shaped matchsticks and did a little dance. A storm spiralled out of the counter top and the triangle, pentagon and others became unified in a flame... and formed a flower of life. It was floating and glowing in a golden light. 无始 reached out to touch it...and when he got closer, an enormous feeling of joy went to him and he wasn't ready for such a sudden and intense rush. Highly charged, joy was acting like a super enthusiastic and friendly twin who just wants to be complete again. But 无始 wasn't ready to give up his identity yet...and began to feel afraid. Fear took care of the rest, and the flower, joy and everything went away without a trace.  
无始 stood there for days, and walked on... a hero in the wind.  

Happy Valentine.

"The present-day controllers are fat and ugly. So accustomed at ruling... they often forget past rules set by their forefathers and keep inventing new ones instead. Alas, they are but the same. Got any change?" asked the beggar.

Every lie contains ounces of truth, no planner can deny.

Science is the handicapped version of the Truth but only self-handicapping behaviours are being observed. 

不忘今自

不知何时我手提着行李走过山河大陆
忘了肩背还有包袱忘了忘了所有有趣的自由
今天没有突然的回顾只是傻傻地放下
自然就轻了,希望自然就生了
哈哈哈我傻傻地笑了。