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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422480" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Agent I am</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in me <br>the identity of the tree<br>as i look <br>and as i talk <br>i help it send a message<br>of its existence<br>so as the next tree<br>and the next tree<br>and the next<br>from the mountain too<br>i receive a signal <br>that latches onto my inner self<br>and every object in sight<br>the rain, thunder<br>dance of nature<br>i am pulled into<br>the feeling <br>that each object<br>arouses in me<br>a stamp <br>of their message<br>good or bad<br>a storm ensues<br>what a frustration to learn<br>that after all the glory<br>we heap on ourselves<br>we are but mere<br>media for all the forms<br>to project themselves<br>in the world<br>as i look at <br>the tree<br>this drowsy feeling <br>it fuels in me<br>and as i open my mouth<br>the world is stamped<br>with its identity<br>message<br>good or bad<br>the feeling to chop<br>down the other tree arises<br>one tree subtly using me<br>as an agent<br>without me even<br>knowing it<br>me drowned <br>in all the messages<br>i shed tears over<br>world's clashes<br>nature's helplessness<br>of chaos <br>in creation <br>and also the wonder<br>the wonder<br>that some far off planets, stars<br>light years away<br>are using me too<br>as an agent<br>for their ploys<br>their power <br>etched on<br>my trials<br>tribulations<br>the (biological) storms<br>that traverse<br>this little 5' 5' frame<br>the oozing <br>of blood<br>at full moon, <br>the lunatics, <br>the swing of moods, <br>the favours and disfavours<br>thrown around<br>the good, the bad, <br>the world over<br>a frustration to<br>know that i am<br>a mere agent<br>in this whole plane<br>so many things come<br>into play<br>and an innocent me<br>in the centre of all<br>taking all<br>for good, for bad<br>the workings <br>of the gods? <br>i found that <br>prayers and meditation<br>stop these destructive messages<br>from crossing over to the world<br>from polluting our mind, the id<br>stop the world <br>from quarrels, warring<br>yes, quieting the mind<br>would stop them from<br>using me as an agent<br>for their destructive ploys<br>tearing the world into nothingness<br>prayers, yes prayers<br>would douse their desires<br>the desires floating around the world<br>i then become a neutral<br>a buddha in bliss<br>nirvana<br>all the trees, mountains<br>forms in their quiet<br>stop issuing orders<br>for war, quarrel..<br>desire kept at bay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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the identity of the tree
as i look 
and as i talk 
i help it send a message
of its existence
so as the next tree
and the next tree
and the next
from the mountain too
i receive a signal 
that latches onto my inner self
and every object in si..."></div>
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