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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Shanghai Restoration Project feat. Mimi Yu (尤虹文) - In a Faraway Place 在那...

Pace of Light , The Shanghai Restoration Project

The Shanghai Restoration Project , Voices

vOX (feat. The Virginia Sil'hooettes) The Shanghai Restoration Project

Willie Nelson, Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground

Willie Nelson , My Own Peculiar Way



mostly..i am not fond of country music...:-)

....

Willie Nelson ,I Wish I Didn't Love You So

well, i don't wish...nothing .. :-)





just a ..nice.. country singer, like his face too

Johnny Cash , I Won't Back Down

i cannot sing: faith, hope and courage

it is the falling snow
the season of cold,
early darkness, the quiet
quiet endings of days

i cannot sing to you,
my heart has no sound
but echo from within.
you are without arms

to hold me near,
but i have mine
they moved
around me,

keep me warm.
faith keeps me alive.
hope made me talk,
gave courage and joy.

i reached out of me
growing wings,
i will keep them
in case you need them.

you said, you think,
enough.
i didn't hear.
afraid of translation

one cannot say
nor even do
the simplest thing.
silence is the answer.

it is the falling snow,
the season of inside,
of white silence
and faith in spring








The Cure - Close To Me

same...jesus, how one can play with this kind of stuff,

the obsessive fears people can live through...

i only post it because it is weirdly ...well done



The Cure - Lullaby

i can call me happy that i don't feel like that,

i have no such fears...and obsessions. thanks.



Johnny Cash , One





Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now
You've got someone to blame?

You said
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love, we get to share it
It leaves you, baby, if you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out
Into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgivness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now
It's all I got
We're one, but we're not the same
Well, we hurt each other, and we're doin' it again

You said love is a temple
Love the higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holdin' on
To what you've got
When all you've got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You've got to do what you should
One life with each other
Sister
Brothers
One life, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One
One
One
One


at work, a diary note

out of the monk's cell..


work calls me to presence.
it still is good this way.

not all is good, administrative tasks, flood of papers, pending fines meaning loads of money 
to pay from my pocket for my patients' medication.

all can never be good.
here at work my own needs go
into the background as there is
a flow in just giving my full attention and awareness.
and this is in a way quite intimate often.

when i am home i can be comfortable,for hours,  snow and clear cold outside, i am warm with my fireplace and my cat watching tv on my chest, maybe a glass of wine.

in the far corners of my soul i'd
still like to share in intimacy of soul and physical closeness. to be in or on bed together does not mean i want sex and it does not mean i don't want it. why should i know before or make a plan? i want to rest in the moment and enjoy relatedness and peace. slowly i see i have only myself, nobody is near enough. it leaves a sadness growing fainter but always present when i am still.

here is my cold world:


Willie Nelson ,Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die

somehow this guy is..fun







Roll me up and smoke me when I die
And if anyone don't like it, just look 'em in the eye
I didn't come here, and I ain't leavin'
So don't sit around and cry
Just roll me up and smoke me when I die.

Now, you won't see no sad and teary eyes
When I get my wings and it's my time to fly
Call my friends and tell 'em
There's a party, come on by
Now just roll me up and smoke me when I die.