anyone lived in a pretty how town

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

e. e. cummings

of vanity, of love.

somebody told me the other day that everything we do should not be for the sake of our happiness.

it took me aback.  but for the past few days, those words kept haunting me back.  suddenly, i realize that almost everything that i do, i have to include myself in it.  i have to make sure that i would look good, feel good, or even be able to find pleasure — not to say that finding pleasure is wrong, i think we are all created to be alive — and one of the means of being alive is to be able to feel pleasure and pain…

..but you see, by just sitting on my kitchen chair reading something, i found that in my wandering mind, the unspoken words behind every word that my heart utters shouts to put this frail, selfish and vain self of mine on a pedastal.

Christ said to live is to die, and to die is gain — to be able to love God with all my heart, strength, soul and mind, and to love others by putting them before myself.. for the best act of love that one can demonstrate to his friend is to die for them.

i’m not close, nowhere close. but i pray that God will “kill” this self-centered egomaniac self of mine and free the inhibited spirit that yearns to live a life that is worthy of His calling — to love.

help me.. its only You who can disarm my self destructing weapons.

i wish i have a space travel machine.

it’s like a thousand miles away…..  i wish i could just warp myself on a space travel machine to see how things are.  i feel like i’m experiencing jetlag from the realities there.   i’m always half a day behind.. and i wonder, and always wonder at the back of my mind….. how is everyone and how do they look like now.. how does it smell there, how is everything…. is everything just as normal or something’s different?

i just wish i have a space travel machine.

it is love.

“Don’t overcomplicate the gospel.  It is all about Love.”  Heidi Baker

into the wild.

yup.. wilderness here i seeketh thee and thy wondrous and tantalizing beauty.

twists

i could never explain those twists of feeling when the sun comes out.

worship

i’m made to worship; not made to worry about anything else…. they’re all taken care for by my Father.

i need You now, Lord. help me.

ask yourself

did the person whom you were 7 years ago know that he was going to be you?  would he be happy with who you are now?