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"The highest goodness is like water.

Water easily benefits all things without struggle.

Yet it abides in places that men hate.

Therefore it is like the Way.


For dwelling, the Earth is good.

For the mind, depth is good.

The goodness of giving is in the timing.

The goodness of speech is in honesty.

In government, self-mastery is good.

In handling affairs, ability is good.


If you do not wrangle, you will not be blamed."


Laozi 《Daode Jing》 Chapter8



Translated by A. Charles Muller, Daode Jing 道德經

We live in the mist of illusion
flower in the mirror, moon in the water

this moment of life
plant the seed of slowness
let your heart slow down
let go
we linger, leave,

then see the wind

I keep thinking…

I keep seeing people hurrying…

What kind of living are they making?

So hurried, harried, rushed, blind, so busy…


From the Tower of Babel, We might see progress Then we might see

The world reversing, collapsing

Into an abyss


To pay an unthinkable price tag We give up our bodies, our souls

We give ideas – they wither

We bury our youth – gone to cold, corporate rooms

We sigh as we call our square hole home

But why don't we call ourselves slaves?

How many years pays for the cave, the cubic city home we live in?

And all the while, the giant abacus clicks

It clanks


Incessant Incessant Incessant

Have we built or have we destroyed? Global warming


Thinking, a huge unsifted pile of memories Memories, dusty mirrors that cannot see The flowers in the mirror!

The moon in water!


If my incoherent murmur

Resonates in you

Please understand

I make these images in a most normal way

And I write these words with goodwill


I bless life!

I bless this moment!

I am thinking of you

I am thinking of me

“Any one who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eyes are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light”


― Plato, The Allegory of the Cave[1]


Our World appears to be full of flamboyance clothes and extravagance food.  All the things what we see and embrace in this world, are truly appear to be real, not virtual? It is just a world of temporary existence.


I have no desire to swap my identity with anyone else, whoever in hurry or at leisurely.  I only want to understand the direction of life, and to spend time preciously.  Nothing is more significant, more meaningful or more touching in compare to living and to see the sun shining.  Grant yourself time and space to feel the essence of life every day, this is an ideological realm of practice a philosophy of life.


In the Allegory of the Cave, Plato metaphor describes how the cavemen saw the shadow cast by the fire and think they have seen the truth.  Instead, the cavemen thought that those who lead them to find the light are using light to tend them into blindness.



[1] Plato, The Allegory of the Cave

Illusion of water, Coolness of the moon

Misty rain with softly breeze

Tree shadow and fallen dream,

what a clarified vision of the world.


Stand in the middle of the excessive pride

a skim of dust in the hearts.


A ripple of water

a void in an emptiness.

All things are in vain.


A poem quoted from the 17th-century British poet, William Blake:


“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”

― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence[1]


Strolling around the city, who will look at those puddle of water on the street?

The scenery that it reflects, imprinted with its unique patterns, but people are too busy gazing at their own devices, no one ever notices the ever-changing surfaces of water.


It is the warm current from global warming; it is the cold current melt away from glaciers.  Every puddle captures a thousand pools; every thousand pools have ten of thousand phases of reflective projections about the world

[1] William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

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