Glad to See You Again...After Billions of Years

Energy Soup or Genesis (by Peter Yokoyama)

About a dozen of billions of years ago
The whole universe was smaller than
Any dots we can imagine.

Nothing existed in the form as we know
But everything was cooking in this energy soup
In preparation for the long long evolution
That’d be triggered by the destined explosion.

You were not in this tiny soup.
Neither was I in this energy soup.
But it contained the seed of you
And the seed of me.

So about a dozen of billions of years ago
We were one in this dot.
So about a dozen of billions of years ago
We were already destined to meet again
Billions of years later in the course of
Great evolution...

And I am extremely glad that I can see you again
Now after billions of years...

Fatigue

I sometimes envy my cat's ability to sleep anytime, anywhere and absolutely without any remorse...

Fatigue is a sign that
My body and soul want my attention.
That's I know it very well.

So I myself a nice cup of tea
As a response of my boy and soul
When I get too tired to go on writing.

But the fatigue continues to ring the bell...

It's because the tea is not given
As a bribe to my body and soul
To go on working a bit harder,
Not as an opportunity of a good rest.

Well, just like the summer rain pours
Over the heated earth to cool it down,
Not warm it further up,
Fatigue is request from my body and soul
To slow down, not to straighten up.
But I always misunderstand this message...

I am tired now.
Make a good cup of tea and
Set everything aside for a while
Or even overnight
So that I can work better later...

I know, I know... I usually receive a lot complaints from my boss and clients after working with whips on my tired body and soul... Even the superheroine Sailor Mercury or my sweet Goddess Phoebe/Artemis (both are my anima or the representation of my unconscious mind) gets exhausted sometimes... I should treat them better...

Power of Silence

Silence often fills the space
Much more powerfully
Than mundane speeches.

Silence often makes us
Ponder much more
Than annoying noises.

Silence often brings us
Much more messages
Than hundreds of words.

But we are not as good in
Reading others' minds as
We want to think.

And because of its power
Silence tends to take us
To a big misunderstandings...

So when you have a message
Just speak up in simple words,
Espcially if you believe in
The power of silence...

The Sabbath

The Sabbath (1910) by Marc Chagall

I spent the Jewish Sabbath working.
So do I the Christian Sabbath today.
I feel like demanding God to send
Some no-nonsense Pharisees to
My boss and my clients...

Some five thousand years ago,
The Lord insisted everyone
Take one day off out of seven
Despite the utter simplicity
Of the labour of those days...

How merciful the Lord is
Compared to ever urgent
Bosses and clients of our days!

But wait.
It's we ourselves who walked out
Of Jehovah's tyranny.
Because we did not want to
Observe the Sabbath out of the fear of God.

But we simply walked into
Another tyranny of corporate society
That took away good rest from us
Despite utter complexity
Of the labour of our days!

Thinking that we were freed from one thing,
We are actually mere slaves to other thing!

I want to observe the Sabbath of our time
That frees us at least one day
From complexity of our age
Not out of the fear of God
But out of the love of humanity...

But but but...
I still have thousands of words to write today.
What I can afford now is
Only five-minute Sabbath from work
In which I can walk away from my desk
And I can pet my lovely cat...

It's better than nothing, anyway.