lose focus,
lose yourself,
loose all the strings,
once in a while
and, maybe,
life will surprises you,
in its own way
a journey with emptiness in it,
while you are not there,
like tree without leaves,
train has no passengers,
and body contains no soul
sometimes i forget, lives move on
just like leaves grow back next spring
passengers get on next stop
and i will carry you, once again
ironically, the emptiness is necessary,
for me to recognize you…
when that day comes.
虛實、實虛,這石頭一落,漣漪一起,虛實一線,浮出了面?
I did intend not to caption this series to illusion and reality, even though it might fit the image more… in certain ways?! Yet, in Buddhism’s point of view, everything is Maya (illusion). Illusion or reality is like chicken or egg to me, not a question to answer. The moment is what I captured, and has left (in) me, no matter it’s illusion or reality. Living through moment to moment seems matter more…