Hillside Landscape

Perish

Frightened of being perished!
Perish is all we made for
The time between
Pop up and pop off
Is all we have in hand
If life is affix
Door is still ajar
Why should waste time on thinking
Perishability
Think of life
Think of existence
Think of making
Life a better affair

yin-yang-yin

A teacher asked a student
To define life

The student had a knack
Of crafting new thoughts
Out of naught
He started to chant something like this

Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

When yin sleeps
Yang wake-up
Yin yang yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Together they fit
To form a whole
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Opposite they are
But still seeking balance
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Contrary but still
Not in opposition
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Two aspects
Of a single truth
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

Rather than trying to replace each other
They transform into a single reality
Yin-yang-yin
Yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo

The teacher listened
And got furious
Said with a sneer
I could not discern
Your babble your prattle
If you could yourself
Please mister nonsense!

The child turned crimson
But still had dare
He countered the teacher
By means of wit:
Life is a whole
With dual poles
If Yang is the light
Yin is the night
Yang bites yin
Yin bites yang
Both have to fleet
As they are on a flight
What then lasts!
Is yo-yo
Yo-yo
Yo
So dear teacher
Am I not right?

At the End of Day

Lying on the bed
Surrounded by crowd
She tried hard but
Could only give a faint smile
A forced smile

Far away someone was calling
Her by name
Looking around
Faces got dimmed
Noise no longer heard
Crowd blurred

She closed her eyes
For eternity
One life ended
Another began

Life is Like That

For years and years I lived in trance
Treating life like a fairy dance
Worries and pain seemed far-off
Looking at others sores with scoff
Fear of loss never meant at all
Similar emotions from spring to fall
Then bit by bit and moment by moment
Trance broken, stupor end
Fears of loss paved the days
Sting of memories filled the nights
Those gone never returned
Leaving thoughts of bygone days