madam worthy
salut madam worthy
are you always this serious
i've heard rumour has spread
the end of the world is no longer a mystery
salvation is not for everybody
is it true or am i thinking too much
bonjour madam worthy
tell me love is not necessary
although it makes me happy
optimistic or pessimistic
which one shall i imprint
on the page of searching
it's not that i never tried
but sometimes life is crazy
listen to me madam worthy
i don't think i can rewrite history
there are reasons behind
can you understand
my flesh my breath and my sensibility
can you comprehend
my heartbeat my prayer and my individuality
written by jerski bjorksen
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Apparition of Guru~ Chapter 2
Maybe it’s time
The road turned red
Monotone droned
A heart bled
Bei-Nan river meanders through the thick forest with low-frequency sound. Watermelons lie ripe in the spacious sand field as fireflies hover around. The silence of night hunts the corner of an oblivious scene-a tomb stone with faded characters. Lin Chung tosses and turns in his bed and decides to get up: “I just have another dream, the same one over the last three days. It’s a man wearing an interesting outfit but I can’t make out what exactly he looks like though…”
“I’d better sketch it down on paper so I won’t forget the next day,” says he. He pulls out a piece of A4 paper and starts to draw. The image is so vivid in his head, just like a movie playing closely in front of him. Silk clothes embroidered with blue dragons and phoenixes shine brightly. The man looks like a middle-aged man but his face is not clear because there is a blur of moonlight around. And the odd thing is that he wears a pair of modern leather shoes, the kind one sees at the luxurious stores.
As Ling Chung imprints the picture on the paper, the image becomes larger and larger. Finally it reaches to the utmost scale, showing a spot of the man’s clothes: a turquoise symbol of Chinese ink stone.
To be continued…
The road turned red
Monotone droned
A heart bled
Bei-Nan river meanders through the thick forest with low-frequency sound. Watermelons lie ripe in the spacious sand field as fireflies hover around. The silence of night hunts the corner of an oblivious scene-a tomb stone with faded characters. Lin Chung tosses and turns in his bed and decides to get up: “I just have another dream, the same one over the last three days. It’s a man wearing an interesting outfit but I can’t make out what exactly he looks like though…”
“I’d better sketch it down on paper so I won’t forget the next day,” says he. He pulls out a piece of A4 paper and starts to draw. The image is so vivid in his head, just like a movie playing closely in front of him. Silk clothes embroidered with blue dragons and phoenixes shine brightly. The man looks like a middle-aged man but his face is not clear because there is a blur of moonlight around. And the odd thing is that he wears a pair of modern leather shoes, the kind one sees at the luxurious stores.
As Ling Chung imprints the picture on the paper, the image becomes larger and larger. Finally it reaches to the utmost scale, showing a spot of the man’s clothes: a turquoise symbol of Chinese ink stone.
To be continued…
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Apparition of Guru
Apparition of Guru
Verdant bamboo trees slashed the thick air of mid-summer eve. The shabby houses next to the school district were flicking dim yellow light. It was a Wednesday night, a usual time for owls to catch preys and feast upon their dinner.
Lin Chung, a fifth grader, sat in front of his desk, trying to compose a story for his Chinese class. The pot-scraping sound from the kitchen filled the quiet house. Wu Yuan, a mother of three, was doing dishes. “Damn!” said Wu Yuan, seeing blood oozing down her palm. She quickly grabbed a tissue towel and pressed it on to her left hand. “What is going on? This is the fourth time of the week…” as she murmured to herself, the blood miraculously faded and eventually was gone.
“Mother, are you okay?” asked Ling Chung. “Yeah, I’m fine. Keep doing your homework,” said she. The other two children were already in sound sleep. Lin Chin, a third grader and school boy scout, likes to play yo-yo and draw. Lin Bin, a first grader and happy girl, always thinks about the mysterious figurine appearing in her daily dream…
A mundane world it seemed but latent turmoil was about to emerge.
Verdant bamboo trees slashed the thick air of mid-summer eve. The shabby houses next to the school district were flicking dim yellow light. It was a Wednesday night, a usual time for owls to catch preys and feast upon their dinner.
Lin Chung, a fifth grader, sat in front of his desk, trying to compose a story for his Chinese class. The pot-scraping sound from the kitchen filled the quiet house. Wu Yuan, a mother of three, was doing dishes. “Damn!” said Wu Yuan, seeing blood oozing down her palm. She quickly grabbed a tissue towel and pressed it on to her left hand. “What is going on? This is the fourth time of the week…” as she murmured to herself, the blood miraculously faded and eventually was gone.
“Mother, are you okay?” asked Ling Chung. “Yeah, I’m fine. Keep doing your homework,” said she. The other two children were already in sound sleep. Lin Chin, a third grader and school boy scout, likes to play yo-yo and draw. Lin Bin, a first grader and happy girl, always thinks about the mysterious figurine appearing in her daily dream…
A mundane world it seemed but latent turmoil was about to emerge.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Spirituality
Spirituality
Azure sky catches
Pure white trails and summer green
Leaves of tranquility
Warmth of alpine cliffs
In the sun
I seek
Spirituality
Mantra
And the origin of happiness
Dancing light on the grand surface
I believe
Every footstep has its meaning
The air fire earth and everlasting sea
Body will deteriorate
Thought can captivate
The power of prayer
Shall never forsake me
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
Azure sky catches
Pure white trails and summer green
Leaves of tranquility
Warmth of alpine cliffs
In the sun
I seek
Spirituality
Mantra
And the origin of happiness
Dancing light on the grand surface
I believe
Every footstep has its meaning
The air fire earth and everlasting sea
Body will deteriorate
Thought can captivate
The power of prayer
Shall never forsake me
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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