The Muncruters

Nobody

“It was nobody water” Nobody?
“Is water nobody?” Nobody.
A flower. “Is there nobody?”
But is a flower nobody?

“Nobody but the wind”. Nobody?
“Is the wind nobody?”
“Nobody-delusion”. There is nobody?
And is delusion nobody?

Neue Liebe

In moonlight in the forest
I saw the elves go riding
Their horns I heard sounding
The jingling of their bells
Their ponies white and antlered flying by
Like wild swans, strung against the sky
Their queen,
She bends her head to me and smiles
Now does it mean a new love, or
that I am to die?

Last week, I did some cleanings at the office. Well, it is better now but I still would not say that my cubicle is so clean and neat While I’m going through some of Rival’s stuffs, the previous inhabitant of the cubicle, I found a really nice poem, written by a dying little girl somewhere in New York. I was impressed by the clarity and the simplicity yet so meaningful of the writings. It’s the fourth paragraph of the poem….

When you ran so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift…. thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music.
Before the song is over..