The Last Soldier

Worn, torn and wan

A very old ghost an’ colourless banner

At the frontier final battle

At the lowest contour

The last soldier died as sacrificing

Toward the destiny left in the past long long time ago

The only remaining ghost holding the ground

In the frozen memory

Half eternity

A tiny boat

In the ocean solid icy face

Kissed by the breezes don’t even lift long eyelashes

Wearing crystal ice

Gazing the sky

Longing for sunshine

Couldn’t find its way

Failed amid the Space

Fasting infinity;

Sealed inside the eyeballs, trapped dreams

Waiting to fly

Fractured bony wings

A fake messenger being

In light speed

Greets from a distance

Leaves a sentence of message

Psycho-waves

Face to face with the medallions 

Vijja vs Avijja - Battle in the Great River

Dwells in no past, no future

No thought from these unreal times;

Dwell at this very moment

The Present the actual Nibbanna;

Vedana is namma -

The teaching of the Buddha;

By recognizing each sensation as namma,

No greed arisen

Self and pride forsaken;

Tranquillity established!

Just know namma

Whenever vedana appears

That’s the shortest path

To the deathless realm of the Ariyas!

Swimming against the current 

Inspired by TheInnGu Sayataw
See Āyatana: 

1. eye, or visual organ and visible object
2. ear, or auditory organ and sound, or audible object
3. nose, or olfactory organ and odour, or olfactive object
4. tongue, or gustatory organ and taste, or gustative object
5. body, or tactile organ and body-contact, or tactile object
6. mind-base, or consciousness and idea or mental-object

Depiction

Blocking the view

In front of this window

Still one of the best

A rich fruiting lemon plant;

Green ones,

Yellow ones,

Fallen ones on the ground

  

And on the highest the rotten one

Exposed to the sun,

Minimum shade of leaves;

Yet to stay, not falling

Promising to dry on the plant

With all reasons!

Any attempt to bring it down is treason

Leaves scattered

Rather dry on the grass

Fruits like us scattered

Fallen on the ground

Just to become part of the plant again

Buying gravity - nobody can?

Demons that love climbing;

Buying gravity, yes, he is! 

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With the Force of the Earth

Life is just a flow

Live and grow;

It’s just a go

Reach a goal just to get to another;

May be swift or slow

Learn and keep flowing;

No, better hate no one!

No, mustn’t hate anyone!

No, cannot hate anyone!

If earth were under control,

Would there be no change!

Every land is filled with blood

For war and for peace;

Space is filled with just waves at unease

The universe is life an’ death time machine;

If there’s no freedom,

Find life’s rhythm in silence;

Dignity stolen

But honour unforgotten;

To give the martyrs the deserved places;

Soon opportunity will come!

With Moon’s force,

Even when the tide resists an’ swells

A river flows only its direction

With the force of Earth!

No problem to grow in shade an’ shadow

In the forest filled with histories

Of Trees those were tall an’ great

Those made the forest

An’ tall an’ great everywhere

Rejuvenation rejoicing

An’ rekindling flames glow the night sky

Along the river of time

Upon the layers of ashes

Recorded memories in the fragrances

Was Only A Bus Stop

Attempted to put youths together

The river couldn’t fill its water

Over its dried bed; summer or rain!

Time couldn't just stop there

So many years passed, too swift;

Wish we were at a whirlpool

Then we would never need going separate ways

Where youth never grow old

Where life be neither slow nor fast

But was only a bus stop

Even that bus no longer running!

Still that route exists?  

Along it, should keep travelin’ together

Many years, many times

With compassionate love

Let us forgive each other

Let us hold together

Let the dream flowing forever

If such dream ever made of hope!

Was your name, Jennie, Pookie?

Was it Tanya, just a river?

These rivers lost somewhere?

Never got to the ocean, nowhere!

Might this river keep on flowin’ the same direction,

Longin’ for lovers to come an’ swim,

With solicitous solstice

Let the river

Gazin’ at the youths holding

The short last meeting o’ theirs

Couldn’t say a word

Lost in your beauty, now memory

Just a man with worry, I am!

Looking across the river, the other shore

Invisible in the mist winter more

Just a man (lyric) - http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/los_lobos/just_a_man.html 

SOMETIMES

Sometimes you have to bring its King alone

Exposed and trapped - Checkmated ...

Don’t even let its Queen make a move once

Enclosed and setback – Negotiated ...

No Heroes born twice

You make your moves with the best choice

And there you’ll recognize how a history

Cannot be written for good otherwise...

Despite repairs, Courtyard 7, previously owned by a high-ranking minister in the late QingDynasty (1644-1911), is a well-preserved example of traditional Chinese architecture.
(China Daily 02/03/2012 page11)