For The Occasion

For the occasion marked by glittering tinsels adorned trees and those milky-white beads shaped lighting (deer to floral patterns) adorned street lights, family-gatherings, red hats of Santa, contained worlds passed by sniffers like myself, I do wish you all concerned here Merry Christmas and a great fresh year ahead. Sorry, I have forgotten the rest rhetoric. Yes, but here: it concerns one or those around you, to love and be requited, to be jealous of, to bandy with banteringly or to gossip about, to rely on at last. They are your world. So value them, even a nameless one passing by you, the one you will never see again. The world is beautiful, I say, I vouch, for the simplicity of our hearts, our being able to endure chore after chore. That's great, the bloodline of many art forms and creative works, the products of often lonely, desperate souls. The simplicity of our hearts but not the simplicity of our origins--everyone can be great at last. Once again Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!

We Are What We Are

Notwithstanding our hardiness, our being tuned with vicissitude, still the working pluralism (the credit for individual human nature, not the always failing system that itself as of our intrinsic bias or self-first; the game is always tricky when two or more souls are said as united on a common good ground), those fluent writer-minds belaboring like raving something, in my view, it at last stands on this simple system: not lying what we are, no backstage preparation, no said as 'doublespeak' or equivocating but putting it forward plain and legible that, for example, like saying 'I am strange', like accepting every human endeavour isn't perfect, like saying judging is so, so easier than understanding, like saying there is no such things as 'backward', 'barbarian', 'uncivilized' but our self-

enlargement-importance.

Where Are You?

“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it." ~ His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama

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“For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.” ~ Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin

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Whatever you bring forth it's all about nativity at last. That's in our blood. One who can wear a thicker membrane of imposture mouthing the slipping away ideals, usually business-self-interest-oriented, has just created a ghostly vacuum now simmering with gnawing mayhem, thanks for that dream for uniformity, the uniformity of such uniformly saluting, 'Viva Big Brother! You are our role model. You are the most impeccable progenitor.' Now that sensitivity, the ugliest weakness of humanity (how 'happy' are animals), has been heightened; now even a modest disposition like of a nomad has been alerted into floundering and bluffing out what? To say he has his uniqueness, 'individualism-mania'. Now even he can wear that protective mien marked by muteness and insulation but so busy with toying his dear gizmos. Now, on the human being at large level, every wise-sounding head and brain has found their nativity leaving the scatter-brained mass in desperate burlesque of wringing something out of himself or herself. Now it's all about what you have up your sleeve to shine forth, to disport as worth-heeding. And the simple fact is that when one is made to wring out so he can only lean on his nativity (creed, dogma, animism, etc.) Then face it!

The Halo-Bearer

For your holiness, the 14^th Dalai Lama, my Guru

As I build on,

As I get more equipped,

The will quails,

The spark dies—

The necropolis of words,

Unapplied and lacquered,

Remains staring back at me.

As I see more and take in more,

It looms like a smirking aura.

Could it be of the time, now—

Not so much about the essence

As it is for the minutely glossed over images?

Or have I gone deaf and blind,

The play of fuss for image, identity and solipsism?

She says, “Just begin it.”

He says, “Just leave the trash.”

But, while chuckling, I wonder what they think of me,

This just cranky muser, the best word.

The serious one comes around and whispers,

“As media even online is erratic.”

Then what happened to one great pillar of the Enlightenment?

Yes, stampede of footsteps,

As I couldn’t look and size up and accost at—

The gall or gallantry only at the command of self-interest—,

Could be noted;

It reminds me where I stand—

Like an odd plastic scrap amid glossy sugar maple leaves

I have set myself adrift.

Then the time for small recognition,

(The suffrage in five years,

Said as the needy chaos,

To fish out our head and voices),

Sadly reminds me I have a makeshift home there,

The abode of the halo-bearer, my source of refuge.

It’s thou, your holiness, the Dalai Lama!

I am momentarily brand new one,

Reinvigorated with a vision,

Not just shallow ideals of modernity and secularism—

The forerunners' aphorisms have long tarnished.

It is just as simple as letting go of,

To break free from the rooster coop of individualism-madness.

Yes, it is simply about being like a beggar, a sniffer.

A spark glistens,

A will nudges,

I have to wake up myself not to be that intransigent.

It is as much about letting go of…

As it is about learning to give ears to,

Not only to the awaited clink.

The mental image of your broad smile gives birth to them here,

Where only azure void and solid ground can be counted on.

IRON WALL OR RABBIT WARREN: Paranoia/Hypochondria

* CPPCC: It is said its members can raise hands in NPC but don't have right to take part in decision-making.

* I tried to draw it by relying on the source: http://www.china.org.cn/english/features/state_structure/64401.htm

* I added and tweaked further as to have the basic idea of their mode of running with no mention about Finance, Health, Election, Education, etc.

* I am not sure if my translation is right for CPS (Central Party School): Teaching nationalism, namely allegiance towards the Party, instead of Education.

* At last, wish it can be of some help for any interested ones. 

And I Shed

6 months and 17 days passed; 5 months and 14 days left--His 80th Birthday. The recitation, 3 times a day, of the poetic prayer-work, Ode to Arya Lokeshvara by His Holiness the 7th Dalai Lama Lobsang Kelsang Gyatso, has taken me off to a yonder land, off the brawl and ruckus of Sikyong-Chithue Elections plus Uma-Rangzen, the wafting of the same fermented smell despite the reality of ground slipping away below our feet. I wonder, if not now at such tragic time, when the rhetoric like Chigdril, Gyalshen, Miriklagya could be put into action marked by giving closer ears and eyes and hands while saying, "We are the fated ones."

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It's only up to the shadow of narcissism looms, casts a form usually after petty romantic daydreaming of all tenderness or need. When the thread snaps, the melodrama takes such form of tragedy without the beauty of telepathic monologue condoning or creating up. To put it frankly, I take it as its, the overused sentiment, dystopian version or what it's now. Many, many lonely souls without the means of being so and getting what real freedom is like. Busyness is said as happiness. That makes me retch, that makes me distance myself and observe fussy movements like laying the ground for eternity. Can such soul have time for wondering how this life-supporting formation (78%+22%) keeps suspending in the infinite void that is what it is, not just up to our perception of Solar System and petty ventures?