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To the lost souls of the world

In the fading time

I saw that innocent smile of you

Don’t let me lose that memory

Before the world buries us all

Is your heart still beating on sound of the smiles

Or has the heart forgot

What it was

Or

What it could be

If the world is the arena

Wake to the sound

Rise

Like a star

I shall see you and that old smile

When the time comes

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The time of Echo

Time is flowing in my hand

Wiseman

How much time I have to endure

They asked

I don’t know

Wiseman said

The time of the past

Long gone in the memory

Agony is the last call

It is near perhaps

Wiseman said

A butterfly in the horizon

A rainbow in His eye

The longest show is about to end

He yawns and yawns

The circus of the Sun

The whisper of the nature

In the faded dream

Is it over

He asked

Almost

She said….

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Tagore’s poems always cheer me up

On the nature of love

- by Tagore

The night is black and the forest has no end;

a million people thread it in a million ways.

We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where

or with whom - of that we are unaware.

But we have this faith - that a lifetime's bliss

will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.

Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs

brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.

Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:

whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.

I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!

for your sake such miles have I traversed!'

All those others who came close and moved off

in the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.

Where The Mind Is Without Fear

- by Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls

Where words come out from the depth of truth

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit

Where the mind is led forward by thee

Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Unending Love

- by Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,

Its ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same

Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

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Adam and Eve

In the lost world

He is looking for the part of him that is lost

Without her

There is only meaningless burning male energy

Then he found her

They settle down and raise some kids

Occasionally he stares at the sky

He dreamed of the vast field of

Wilderness, danger, and chaos

He murmured to himself

This is better

For she makes me complete

In her full freewill

I found what I am looking for

In this forsaken world

For the sake of her and my children

I become a civilized man

To bury the innate rage in me

Surrender to the quiet way of life

Another version of the story

He stares at her sleeping quietly

He thinks to himself

She is the Apple for the original sin

Without her

I would not have come to this forsaken world

That consumes my outburst of longing

For danger and chaos

To Eden in my lost dream

I shall deprive her of her freewill

And claim my pride

Through conquer and violence

With the rage in my blood

Which story you like more?

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A poem dedicated to John Nash - my favorite economist

John

“I envision an equilibrium

Win-win strategies for all

A word with justice and equality

Through my economic theory

A free market with economic liberty

Satisfy each’s demand in freewill”

“Is it even possible?

John

As remarkable as the theory it is

A world with unequal access to power

Unequal protection under the law

The selfish oligarchy

Pursue Pareto optima at the cost of the mass

A zero sum game for them

A lose-lose strategy for all

Yes,

Nash equilibrium

The highest idea in economics

But curse of dimensionality

Infinite demand from infinite freewill

Who can produce a Nash equilibrium for all?

In everyone’s freewill?”

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Inspired by this year Nobel Prize winner Katalin Karikó

A quintessential scientist

She was mocked and demoted for being

Rejected by NIH and

Desk rejected (*bs) by Top Journals Nature

All because of her Messenger RNA research

They said

“Are you crazy?

A messenger RNA

To cure diseases out of its command?”

She murmured to herself,

“I can see the hand of God

In that little lab

One day

It will save millions of lives

This lab will become a museum

Only if I can beg for an opportunity in a lab”

They said,

“You fool

You don’t know how to do science

See you need to go hustle in all conferences

Girl, you need to hustle

And kiss the asses of the oligarchs

Who might spare you some grants and publications

For something that interests their bizarre minds

For example

Create some dangerous virus in the lab

Give it a fancy name

Gain of function research

Nike’s slogan, “Just do it” and who cares

NIH love it and give out millions of grants

On taxpayers’ sweat and blood

Who cares if it is reckless and causes mass destruction

Don’t you know Peter Daszak invented the best scientific tool to disprove null hypothesis

By conspiring with a group of fellow scientists

Who all like messing around with dangerous virus

In the name of science and nature of course

Peter Daszak said, “

My natural institute is to envision a future that

Virus from bat caves and humans can go coexist”

NIH mafia head Fauci, “

Bravo,

Thanks for the invite to your fundraiser event

So my ass can be kissed and covered”

So the greatest scientific tool to disprove null hypothesis is born

It is called conspiracy

Oligarchs love so much that they publish the new scientific tool in Nature

And more money from NIH

And petty rewards

To cover their asses

What great progress in science

Kristian Andersen shouted to his excitement,

NIH will sure make me tenure

For that publication in Nature covered in lies

All for ass kissing and ass covering

Science is just a game

Hustle and tenure that is

Once you make tenure

Your life is so comfortable

That you loses all appetite

To the grave that is all there is left

Other than useless publications

We all know for a fact that nobody reads

Unless it is for literature review to mention some big names

To please some reviewers for more ass kissing

And we sure only read the abstract seriously

You only excitement is to

Kiss ass or have ass being kissed in annual conferences”

Big shots surely won’t miss a single conference

Finally from kissing asses to asses being kissed

She replied “

I will not give up

Even though I get kicked out of academia

For being true to my scientific curiosity

And my desire to serve humanity

One day you will thank me

For saving humanity and your ass

I will win

One that day

I will be vindicated”

Yes,

She has been vindicated

Big time

For history judges us all

On the face of undeserving academic oligarchs

And their petty lives from kissing ass to covering ass

With full mockery and distain

A storm

Rock the pride of corrupt scientific oligarchy to the core

Back to the true spirit of enlightenment

TRUTH is valuable, and shall overcome

So will I say finally get to say?

Vindicated!

I am counting on that day everyday

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To my sons

You are the angels in my dream

I have never envisioned

How perfect you are

Seeing you growing up

From little ones under the Christmas trees

For all the magic you bring to my life

Because of you

I have found meaning and hope

In a world that was turning bleak

The long lost childhood dreams

Brought back by you

Like gentle summer breeze

My little angels

The image of you blowing the trumpet under the Christmas tree

You are the most precious gift for my heart

You are growing up so quickly

For a mother’s pride and loss

Without you

The world is irrelevant

With no part of me lingering behind

Only eventual death in this world is the destiny

I can see the world differently because of you

I will forgive and make it better

For the sake of you

I don’t know the depth of unconditional love

Until I had you

You are the world to me

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow….

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Time

Times goes by

Like a drop in the ocean

In the wilderness of time

We crossed our paths

Memories came and memories lost

Along with the past

What is time

Is time definite or relative

Puzzle in the paradox of general relativity and quantum mechanics

Is fate predestined or random

Who is to know the definitive law of predestination in general relativity

The universe has a definite purpose from the earliest dream of Him

Who is to know the random fates on the eyes of beholders through time

Happiness fleets in a moment

Time drags on and on

Waiting for a promise

Einstein said that you can go back to in time

If you travel faster than light

To change your future and destiny

But it is a paradox

Infinite possibilities and one definite destiny

Nobody can travel faster than light

Things that have done can not be undone

The people you said goodbye are gone

Destiny moves on

That is how it is meant to be

Time goes in circles with her seasons

But it also goes forward

Like a shooting star with no regrets

In the infinite of time

Stories of love and legends of old keep going on

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Religion (Reference: Bible, other religious texts, mythology, History about Nicene Creed, Martin Luther’s books, CS Lewis’s pilgrim regress), Science, Etc

Before the birth of religions

Foolish humanity worshiped nature

For fear of her natural disasters

One Day

He said, “Enough is enough for this ignorance”

So He chose a tribe of humble origin

For the divine revelation of His commandments

“ 1. There is only One God - It is Me

2. Stop worshipping nature who disgusts me; I am jealous over the one I say Holy; I will forgive when his time is over

3. Stop pretending you are God, and say my name in Vain

4. Remember the suffering on the 7th day, and keep it Holy

5. Honor your Father and Mother, or you go back to Earth

6. Violence is what turns you into despicable creatures with dark souls

7. Adulterous desire - the original sin, gives birth to humans

8. No stealing

9. No false witness in my final judgment of the world

10. No envy of others’ possessions, for I hate communism”

The chosen people prophesied

“ For unto us a child is born,

unto us a son is given:

and the government shall be upon his shoulder:

and his name shall be called 1 Wonderful Counsellor,

2 The mighty God,

5 3 The everlasting Father,

4 The Prince of Peace”.

With this tale, He came with his teaching for His people *1

She came in His mother’s dream and proclaimed

“In Christ name he came

The Holy One in Hebrew

Jesus you will call him

For it means God save”

But his chosen people expected an earthly king with worldly ambitions

He said，

“This world I have forsaken

My kingdom is not of this world”

The wisemen he chose for his church before he died on the cross

But church dog-ma

Her lies being told that

Some are destined for hell

Paradox of freewill and predestination

“Oh Peter, you sold my church for two or three bucks”

“Oh Peter, what dark spirit of you to bring the fire from heaven”

To curse eternal suffering in my name

For your useless St Peter Basilica made of cold hearts of stones

He named him stone

He built his church on the rock that He is God

“Oh Peter, you don’t recognize me in his time”

He said

“Give up your wealth

To buy your own salvation and forgiveness

For you hide my generous treasure underground”

No more money from the poor

For useless buildings made of heartless stones

But that useless Peter

Cursed a couple to death for their possessions

In the name of communism

Even before Carl Marx sold his soul

To the dark Prince in his dark poems

the pale maiden and the fiddler

There is no price you can pay for a perfect Heavenly Father’s love

Salvation by grace

St Paul and Martin Luther said

But whom can be saved?

The gate of heaven is open to all

With the freewill to choose good

Not a short bath with the deception of Nicene Creed

In the name of one or three ?

*2

A new religion was born

With the mark of moon and star

“God is One”

“Baptism is futile”

That is all she said.

She was the messenger and helper in spirit He prophesied

The freewill to choose good over evil by her people *3

With worldly ambitions

The wise she chose became unholy king of bloody swords

The abhorrent violence in the name of “religion” that she didn’t foresee

Unholy quest of crusades in the name of three

The bloody battles to conquer

“ God is one, we savage your temples of Gods”

They said in the name of “religion”

“God is omnipresent in all creatures who deserve our worship”

They replied…

“All you need is vegetables *4

Nature is bountiful”

Peace or violence at cross roads for men

From age of time

Expelled from Eden out of violence with brothers murdering brothers

The misled watchmen waged violence in her sanctuary

Zion was lost and turned into wasteland

The happy tune of Zion became the dirge of the past

She breathed her last breath on the hands of murders

Who hold the key to the heaven

Responsible for such treachery

He said, “

You who are evil

I never knew you

You are not ready for heaven

If you choose evil in freewill”

Martin Luther rolling in his grave

Reformation is not over

The bondage of freewill

“Does one have freewill

If destined for hell

If I only knew of his love

No more fear”

No more denial of Him because of the fear

Ages of enlightenment and scientific revolution

To observe His wisdom outside of dogma

“God is dead

It is the age of science”

Foolish Nietzsche said

Observers of nature in scientific experiments who turned science into scientology

A new priesthood was born with themselves on the altar

For the foolish ego of men

“This world is all you can see and all you can prove”

A far imperfect world deprived of perfect truth

Become their deity

“

Natural disaster has a new scientific name

Global warming as you know

Let’s go back in time to worship nature

Like barbaric pre-historic men

Animal nature is the nature of men

Nature’s selection is the best

The cleverest survive

You don’t have a soul

You live a meaningless life

And then you die

To eternal darkness reduced to her dust

Is it better than eternal hell?”

The smart or clever men *5

Full of folly and deception

What a dark mockery and irony

A bleak universe in science

Lost its beauty and imagination

The self destructive nature of men

With the help of science

The ultimate hatred and destruction to

Destroy nature along with all humanity

To end seemingly endless cycles of life

In a forsaken world

Who are so destructive and self destructive?

Full of such double polar of love and hate

The wasted intellect for intelligent rebels with no cause

“Let’s revenge our Father’s death

In this hopeless world with hopeless fates

Destroy nature and ourselves once for all”

St Paul yelled from his grave

“

Your fool,

He said he will be back

With her trumpet call

He proclaims

In love He celebrates”

He did say in four gospels

“The tribulation will be cut short

Otherwise

There will be no life left on earth

And no one to save

For my chosen ones

I will not be too late”

For tomorrow

She will awake as a new moon rising in the horizon

To the wasteland, she proclaims

CS Lewis and his pilgrim regress

A true philosopher

Smiling in His triumph

Yes, He marked His heart

In every star of the universe with the metaphysical metaphor of Pi *6

Goat on His left, Alone

Lambs on His right as He said

Heavenly love and blessings to ALL creatures big and small

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Life is a train

On the 7th day

I spotted you on your way to Hollywood

On Highway 37

Is it time to say goodbye?

My friend

Did you find what you are looking for on Highway 37?

The one in your destiny

Have you seen enough of the world

Have you been bruised enough in seemingly endless cycles of life

For the sake of love or hatred

55 ways to say goodbye

The journey starts soon, as one hopes

At the other side of rainbow

To the moon my lady with her gentle touch

To the heavenly sky full of stars with unconditional love

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Cosmic love - A love story (inspired by some biblical tales, poetry, art, prophecy, and mythology)

In the beginning…

The glory of heavens

Sparkling in perfect nature’s beauty

To be adored

But

She said, “love is a curse

Freewill, unconstrained freewill

To turn everything to ash

I became the death and darkness

The origin of evil

The curse of imperfection from perfection in creation *1

With vanity as my sword

Violent hatred as my passion

And desire as my poison

In my path to his burning worldly desire

To rise above lost stars

In the name of cursed love”

On that day

Eden was lost

The world was born

Tangled with fates of

Love or hate

Union or farewell

A star burned so brightly turned so dark

He said “

I am the ruler of the world

Over the cry of lost stars

From my burning light

Who can see the abyss

For I am the darkness in light *2

I am destined to rule

With my dark heart”

He came to seek the world’s redemption

But they delivered the fatal betrayal

He said, “

No more tears shed for you

I write the end in the day of my final judgment

And the beginning from my solitude

Predestination in freewill

For

The universe was made

With the thought of her

A rainbow as a token of my heart”

Is love worthy

With all the betrayal

Years went on with dark tales in this world

Under the pale moon who murmured

“

In the lost land of Elysium (Zion)

I dwell in my sorrow and solitude with my fainted smile

*3

The suffering I witness

Cried me a river

A moon river whispering from ages of time

The vision of Him in distant future

A longing as pure as my heart”

Winters come and go

Memory lost or regained

In seemingly endless cycles of life

In an unrepentant world

Who is wise enough

to understand the paradox of love

To perfect in imperfection

To seek happiness from unimaginable suffering

The price of freewill for love and by love

In quietness

She contemplate their fates

When the world is finally rid of its hustle and bustle

They silently mourn their cursed love in the empty shadows from the sun

Who will give up unconstrained freewill for love

Who will remember the pale moonlight for the tears of lost stars

Who is humble and wise enough

Who is worthy to guard the lost stars

The sound of trumpet call

Is the celebration in triumph of love

The union of mortals blessed with heavenly kiss

Oh, wait in hope with tales of prophecy

In the starry night of smiling new moon

Embraced in the arms of heavenly sky

A sweet lullaby for all the stars lost and found

Perhaps

The meaning of suffering is

Love

- The End

* 1 St Augustine thinks that evil is not a force itself, as just darkness is deprived of light. It came from imperfection corrupted by vanity, hunger for power, worldly desire, and hatred etc. A famous paradox on why a powerful God allows evil to exist, it is because of his mercy on imperfect creatures who are capable of evil in freewill.

* 2 light in darkness，darkness in light (Yin and Yang）

*3 Mona (in old English)

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- The forgotten land

I have left that land many years ago

In my vague childhood dreams

There was a river quietly flowing

Spring flowers blooming in the river bank

The river reached out to the sky and melted together

Through the interwoven tree branches

I could not tell

Which was the river

Which was the sky

I remember my grandma’s sweet stories

About a grandpa and grandma living on the moon

On quiet summer night

With gentle breeze

About raindrops being birds from heaven

That was the land for me for many years

Even across the ocean

I felt its sweet breath

Until one day, the memory of the land

Became the shadow of my loved ones’ tragic lives

I remember her, my other grandmother

Sitting alone in dark

A poor soul with a broken heart

lost the light because of unimaginable cruelty

By the weight of history

From that day on

The gentle sweet whisper of the land in my childhood dreams are gone

All I can hear is the howling of dark history with unimaginable mass sufferings

I never looked back to that land

Abandoned in the dust of my memory

What is that land with no redemption to me

Wheels of history move on

I said,

Let the history rolls on

With a dark mockery

What is that land to me?

It belongs to nowhere but in the dust of my memory

No future but forsaken past

But I will return to that land soon

Maybe I will collect lost memories

Maybe I will find reconciliation

Maybe I will encounter random kindness

After all

He loved the land….

Will you forgive the land

For the sake of love?

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Brown Penny - One of my favorite poems introduced by one of my greatest friends Marcela… The mystery of the universe is the Song of All Songs, like light touching the water at 42 (hitchhikers’ guide to the galaxy, the ultimate meaning to our existence in metaphor) degrees with the spectacular view of rainbow… Who is to know the mystery of love, the longing for perfection in imperfection, the freewill and the bondage of tangled fate, the chaos of bursting emotions in an un-orderly world, the consequences of freewill in union or farewell in the mystery of love

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The joker and hustler

“I am good at my game

The world is my stage

I get the applause

From the hustle of the world”

How did you do it

May I ask

“I could tell lies disguised by half truths

I am a great manipulator

Of men’s fear and want”

What is it for

May I ask

“I am a ‘maker’ in the world

I enjoy foolish applause

From the hustling world

I laugh at them as much as I laugh at myself”

Is it a bit sad

May I ask

“Who is to tell my

Sad little pathetic life

My existence is to humor the world and myself

History washes me by

Just a joker in the river of time”

- Dedicated to noisy errors

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Hey,

I never get to say goodbye

At the train station

Of life with its noise and whistles

You future carries on

Just like mine

The random kindness

I will never forget

Never truly say goodbye

- To My dear friends

- To rare true friends out of noisy errors

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