Simple Reflections
Felling the thoughts
in a sleepless night
made next ...
How small is the place we live.
How big is the place we live.
How pretty is the place we live
How nasty is the place we live.
How kind are the people we live with.
How aggressive are the people we live with.
How we love the people we live with.
How we hate the people we live with.
How short we live.
How long we live.
Can we always live in small place?
Can we always live in pretty place?
Can we always live with kind people?
Can we always love the people we live with?
Can we always live long?
What is small?
What is pretty?
What is kind?
What is love?
What is long?
Is small big?
Is pretty nasty?
Is kind aggressive?
Is love hate?
Is short long?
Simple is the best …
But what is simple
What is the best …
Depends on our position.
Everything is relative.
Everything changes.
We change.
Assemble from relativeness.
Functioning in relativeness.
Dissolving in relativeness.
The only sure thing is there is no sure thing.
Uncertainty.
We never know
Where and When
And how they would make out thoughts feel...
As an explosion …
As the Universe … gas only ...
But how many layers there are
till this composition,
reflecting on its layers …
Is it simple?I hope…
[NG, 2011]
in a sleepless night
made next ...
How small is the place we live.
How big is the place we live.
How pretty is the place we live
How nasty is the place we live.
How kind are the people we live with.
How aggressive are the people we live with.
How we love the people we live with.
How we hate the people we live with.
How short we live.
How long we live.
Can we always live in small place?
Can we always live in pretty place?
Can we always live with kind people?
Can we always love the people we live with?
Can we always live long?
What is small?
What is pretty?
What is kind?
What is love?
What is long?
Is small big?
Is pretty nasty?
Is kind aggressive?
Is love hate?
Is short long?
Simple is the best …
But what is simple
What is the best …
Depends on our position.
Everything is relative.
Everything changes.
We change.
Assemble from relativeness.
Functioning in relativeness.
Dissolving in relativeness.
The only sure thing is there is no sure thing.
Uncertainty.
We never know
Where and When
And how they would make out thoughts feel...
As an explosion …
As the Universe … gas only ...
But how many layers there are
till this composition,
reflecting on its layers …
Is it simple?I hope…
[NG, 2011]