All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Imprisoned
The fishes in the bowl looks up
And behold
A clear glassy surface above it
The water surface
And to the fish
One water is the same to the other
And bound are fishes to water
For eternity
In water, fishes find their home
The mouse in the cage running
The eternal treadmill
Moving, yet going nowhere
Though to the mouse
That which is its universe
An imaginery destination on the treadmill
In a fool's dream the mouse finds comfort
The dog lives a life of servitude
In the house of man
Yet it lives in warmth and comfort
And it sleeps in peace
And to the dog
All in its universe
To live well and comfortably
In a life of blessed peace, the dog rests
The bird in the cage
Looks out
Into a blue sky
And it does hope and dream
to spread its wings and fly
to the edges of the blue sky
And to the bird
There lies its universe
All in its mind's eyes
In hope, the bird dreams
The wolf in the winter white
Forages in the snow for food
For it would rather live off the land
Than to be imprisoned by man
and do his bidding
And to the wolf
The definitions of its universe
Is freedom
And in freedom, the wolf dwells
The Man looks up to the sky
And wonders
The purpose of his life on Earth
For to the Man
Mystery is life greatest gift and curse
Man look to Science
To solve the mystery of life
The purpose of his existence
In the cosmos
Man shoots spacecrafts and rockets
Into the skies and beyond
To seek the meaning of life
To find a home for the soul
Which craves for the answer
Life greatest question
The beasts
Have all found their peace
But man imprisoned by his own soul
His Shadow
Has no place to call home
Wong Wen Pu 22/01/07Inspired by life questions
posted @ 6:47 PM
