Deer of Nara
Barrenness
In this, the barrenness of our souls;
Like a riverbed of shattered clay;
Where once curious fishes and cheeky foxes;
But now, cracks and holes and crevices;
Let slip unseen howls of distant longings.
Pray ye to the LORD of the land;
That His mercy rain may yet fall;
To wash away the hardness of our ways.
Transform
I am a mighty rock.
I am a thousand cuts.
I am a million dusts.
I am a wind.
Rubbish
Everything is rubbish. You live and you die. Life is full of uncertainties but death is a certainty. 80 years from now, give or take, you will breath your last and they will bury you underground or burn you to a crisp. While maggots slowly consume you out of existence or your flesh swiftly melts into ashes to be carried away by a breeze into oblivion, the world goes on. In the next generation of humanity, nobody knew you existed. All your accolades and failures and joys and miseries come to naught in one final breath. As far as you are concerned, The End. Death happens to all, the greatest to the lowliest of human being. Our mortality catches up with our eternal dreams. And so, it does not matter, after all. Everything is rubbish, unless you gain JESUS CHRIST.
The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.
— 1 John 2:17
Sakura
The Journey Home
Where the stars wandered, there the grass withered.
Wafting into a cold night, shifting shadows cause fright.
“Across the moonlit, did a dragon flit?”
Sobered up from carouse, remembered Papa’s house.
Threadbare my sandals, robbed bare by rascals.
“Loathe and lust, wrath and dust!”
Brittle crimson earth, little need of myrrh.
Sorely did I tread, surely my last deed.