190222

meditation helps me
let go of illusions and accept reality
but does that also make me
a model proletariat
who never says no
to the abuses of life?

181110

I fear that my waistline is growing
neck pain becoming chronic
can’t remember the last time
I had the energy to run

I fear not being loved
becoming a beggar of affections
like my father who doesn’t love himself -
did…

181104

three a.m.
the last work email’s gone out
I lay back on the chair with my eyes closed

in the fringes of time
in the fringes of existence
where the imperatives of capitalism
has cleansed me of dreams, hopes,
all the things I hold on to…

bus ride home
lost in thought
missing something
I do not know

stargazing
lost in dreams
lighthearted
yet lonesome

180607

met a Tibetan monk
he had sad but peaceful eyes
I hope that
some day
my eyes look like his