Just words...

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square-root sign?

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun
As 1.7321

Such is my reality

A sad irrationality

When, hark, just what is this I see?
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by

Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square-root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed


P/S : familiar with this thing?? wakakka~ its nice...

Just words...

Who am I?
Is there a self that exist before I was born now reside in me,
and will continue exists after it dies?
If so, what it is like, and what is the role of the self in the functioning of the world?
There is alone to be at one with nature instead of feeling separate
I there.. Nature there..
How is one to find about the self?
Once the quest begins, soul comes in
in a way of exploring the unknown, a way of
Discovering the self and the mind
and the is the beginning.. but there is no end
It's all start here....

In meditation to explore the space of the mind
It is in the clear space, the open place, that something
Appears that was not there before
In order to create dream, sacrifice are the only chance that has to commit
It's goes through delight, danger and chaos between them and for me

The struggles continues.........