fisherman in Cochin
Musicians
Old men rest in the park near seashore
street view
poster of a movie
Recently I felt a power of breaking through, one step more, and then a pupa would become a butterfly. Nevertheless, this is a huge step; the last one is always the most difficult one to achieve. I’ve transferred from dark to grey, and am now seeing a spotlight. I’m eager to turn the spot to a line of light and to sunshine.
Last night I was jogging in the park, then I started walking, eyes to the blue sky. I felt losing control of direction, of where I was about to. Then I started making circle, feeling afraid, and then looked back again. Slowly, I can walk in a line when eye on the sky. I learned to find a direction.
I know, in reality, I’m making circle.
好吧，我厭倦pub了，不該想在那邊成佛的。從佛陀誕生以來，也沒聽說過哪個和尚尼姑道友在那邊成道的。要成道的方式，就是離開那個被成癮酒精和搖擺屁股淹蓋的地方。我要邁向公園的大草原，在泥濘中尋找。
I’ve given up, can’t become a Buddha in a pub, that’s nonsense. Ever since Buddha was born, there has not any single person realized him/herself in a pub. That place is drowned by alcohol and shaking asses. I’m switching to the park, searching the self in the muddy grass.
