The Poem that Rhymes

I sit and I stare,
I look and I glare,
And my mouth is agape,
Much like a hungry ape.

What am I doing?
I am trying to write a poem —
One that is funny, and can ryhme.
However, apparantly, it has stopped.

It can no longer rhyme.
Unless hard I try, I might get by,
By saying something like time.

Time rhymes with rhyme,
So the poem can rhyme.
But in fact rhyme rhymes with rhyme,
So I shall say rhyme rhyme rhyme!
And it rhymes! I feel like stopping.

But alas I continue,
As I am nearly bored to tears.
What can I write, or what can I do,
To pass my time constructively.

Well, nothing apparently,
So I continue with rhyme.
Something I do all the time.
And I don’t get paid a dime.

I love rhyme, don’t you?
I’m sure you love it too!
The nice sound it makes,
Tasty as chocolate cakes.

My word! I am lame…
But tame tame tame.
This is getting stupid.
And my bottle has a lid.

I’m sick of rhyme, aren’t you?
Actually I am not, and what? you too?!
Great then, as I can rhyme some more,
And I can then…floor?

Thank you for reading my poem…
To end with a rhyme I shall say lion.
This poem is very deep,
I am now going to sleep.

Goodnight. (Light)

Constant and Never-Ending Improvement

I don’t know if you know about this term, it’s from Anothony Robbins. CANI stands for Constant And Never-Ending Improvement.

What is success? Is there an end to success? Well, in most books and articles I have read so far, success can be anything and everything! And often times it is the achievement of one’s goal. But what if one reaches that goal? Then one sets another one, and another, and another. Success seems…well…like something unachievable! Then isn’t attaining success awfully hard?

Well, one way we can define success such that it is to constantly improve in everyway, everyday. It might be improving relationships, or improving economically, or even improving physically. It might also mean improving our spirituality, or our service to community.

Every single day, improve, even if just a bit, even if it means eating one less potato chip, or jogging an extra 200 metres, or giving (more) money or time to the less fortunate, or more talking to family members/friends…just about anything. Just improve in some way, every single day. As you improve, you will prove to be a man (or woman) of greater value, every single day.

Every day you will wake up, and wonder how you might improve. Wonder what the things that you might do even better than before. Constant and never-ending improvement — success is not a goal, but a life-long journey.

Remember, you are either going up (improving), or going down (worsening!). Improve everyday! even if just a little…Read Anthony Robbins for some great life lessons!

The Big Bang and God

Religion escapes logic. Anything not logical cannot be true can it? Well, then is life true? Are we living it? Life is the most illogical thing you can expect to have. The Big Bang theory says we have less than 1% chance of being who we are, probably closer to 0%. Then there is the theory of God. If there is a God, then who came before him?

In Buddhism, it is believed that there is no end, and there is no beginning. It doesn’t involve itself in how the world started, as there is no use to finding out. It teaches ways to improve our lives, both the individual’s, as well as society’s. In Buddhism, there is no “God” that you pray to. Buddha is an enlightened being, and nothing more than that. He doesn’t answer your prayers, he doesn’t answer your wishes; what he can do is teach you the way to achieve enlightenment, like him, or her.

Buddhism has become almost a religion to many people because of cultural influences. We see people going to temples to pray for things, to pray for well-being, for riches, for magic numbers they can use in the lottery. A lot of these are cultural influences, and not because Buddhism is a religion.

In Catholicism though, there is only one God. HE doesn’t accept competitors, and if you pray to other Gods, he will punish you. Well, this is according to the Bible, which is the word of God…or is it?

I believe that the Bible is not written by God, as we so understand it. I believe that the Bible is a message by well-meaning people. The passages in the book are mere messages sent out from enlightened people, something like Buddha. Jesus can be compared to Buddha, both spread the word of peace and love. The Bible is a medium of getting through to people.

If you have taken any social behaviorial class, or any book on that subject, you’d know that a message has many parts. There is the sender, the actual message, the medium that the message passes through, the actual message heard by the reciever, and the receiver’s perception of that message.

So the Bible is the message. But the people who wrote the stories in the Bible had a goal, one the same as Buddha and Jesus, to create a better world, and better people!

The Bible may not hold historial truths, but it gets the job done in converting us to be better people. Do not take it too literally, unless that works for you. Everyone will, and should, have their own interpretation of the bible, and life in general. Religion may not work for everyone, that’s why there are atheists.

Do it, and if it works, stick by it.
The following is a parable quoted in the ezine, Rondout, called A Wise Woman; the author is unknown:

A wise woman who was travelling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveller who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food.

The hungry traveller saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveller left rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime.

But, a few days later, he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. “I’ve been thinking,” he said. “I know how valuable this stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me this stone.”

Sometimes it’s not the wealth you have but what’s inside you that others need.

Falling in love…and maturing?

I have had infatuations/crushes on many girls since a long time ago. It might also be called the act of falling in love. Now, looking back on those times, I am suddenly ashamed of those times. They seem so illogical…

A few years ago I was totally smitten by a beautiful girl I didn’t really know. I searched through the internet looking for things I could say to this girl, and I came across a site full of poems, some by famous poets, and others submitted by visitors to the site.

So anyway, I looked through the “Love Poems” section. I came across a submitted poem, that went along the lines of “I’ll drink your bath water…” I loved it, but somehow many others thought it was disgusting. I didn’t know why. Now looking back, it does seem a little disgusting. In fact, I would find it disgusting and distasteful (pun intended!)

Ahh, but falling in love is such a very nice feeling! I want those times back!

So have I matured, or have I just lost the fun of youth?

A Love of Reading

Reading has opened up my life considerably. I started reading at a very late age (five or six?). Before then I was effectively illiterate, while my siblings seem to have had earlier persuits into the literary world. And when I did start being able to read words by myself, I didn’t read for leisure until I was ten or so, even then I read for leisure maybe one book a year.

My first read-for-leisure books were the “The Three Investigators” series. From ten to twelve, I read three books in the series; I do not recall having read any other book during those years.

I stopped reading books for leisure after that. In secondary school (my early teenage years) I was really into soccer magazines, and later on computer magazines (both of which I have since abandoned).

My school then implemented this reading program where we were all required to read either a book or Newsweek magazine from Mondays to Wednesdays. Mother-tongue (mandarin for me) reading was done on Thursday and Friday.

The mandarin reading times were torture. Reading it was like reading a painting, almost impossible. And it didn’t help too that the chinese book was thick and heavy, so most of us would just tear the book into little parts and share! Failure to have a book was punishment by standing up for the whole reading period.

It was in upper-secondary (15 or 16-years-old) that my love for reading really blossomed. I took home from the library my very first self-help book, called Talking to Ducks, as well as a book on the types of joys, of which title I have forgotten. I was from then on hooked on non-fiction books, especially those on psychology and self-help.

My language has certainly improved, and so has my general knowledge.

Did you know that “congruent joy” is a joy you feel for no reason at all? It just comes like that, and is one of the most profound joys around. Did you know that most of what we are are due to what we are thinking?

Did you know that an atom’s ‘spin’ is not really spin as we normally know it? Have you heard of Schrodinger’s Cat? About the crazy mental experiments he puts it through? Do you know that most of us are using only 10% or less of our brain?

Well, you can find it all at your local library! Or you can simply buy the books (things I buy: books, food, clothes — in that order!). It’ll help you grow, I guarantee it!