Still Searching for a Heart of Gold

I want to live on,

I want to give one,

My pot of gold,

But I'm still searching for a heart of gold,

I've been a miner for a heart of gold,

And I'm getting old,

These expressions have never found a heart of gold,

Keeps me searching for a heart of gold,

I've looked in the neck of my woods,

I've been to faraway woods,

But I keep bumping into dead wood,

So I keep searching for a heart of gold,

And I'm getting old,

I want to live, I want to give,

Before I become old,

So I keep searching for a heart of gold.

(Adapted from Neil Young's song, Heart of Gold)

Hire a Maid, Find a Wife, Failing Which, Call Up a Poltergeist

Before you go to bed,
Say these words instead,
Fern leaf, ciku leaf and rice,
Nails of cats, whiskers of mice,
Spirit of the dead,
Shadow of the wise,
From the grave, rise!
Come to my bed,
Come to my head,
Be my poltergeist,
And claim your prize!
Now you can sleep soundly
Before you awaken energized
With a ghost comprised
In your enterprise.

Source of inspiration:

baca pantun ni setiap kali sblum tido "makan nasi pucuk paku,campur daun pkok ciku,dtg lah HANTU dtg PADAKU..dtglah engkau tido bersamaku"tunggu je nti dtglah hantu tu..hehe3... NORAINI ANIE.

Holy Howler

Wednesday, January 19, 2011,
Approaching midnight,
The moon is out in full,
If you hear a rustling sound,
A rasping sound,
A crackling sound,
A breaking sound,
Building up,
Ripping apart,
And it begins to feel a bit scary,
Don't worry,
It is probably
Just the recently
Moved in stranger next door
Molting into a werewolf ...
Imaginary.

A Poetun: Shy Desire

Burung merpati terbang seribu,

Hinggap seekor ditengah laman,

Hendak mati dihujung kuku,

Hendak berkubur ditapak tangan. - Song lyric, Latifah Omar & One Other.

This is my translation:

A hundred pigeons fly to the roof-top,
A lame one hobbles on the lawn,
Desire edges tremulously till the nail's tip,
Then hurries back to the security of the palm!

Ajai, My Departed Son

Jai, how are you?
You left this world on Thursday,
December 30, 2010.
I only got to know today.
You were 13 years, three months, and three days old.
Jai, you bore your affliction
from the day you were born,
the last sixteen months bed-ridden,
in a state of coma.
I cannot possibly know
how you felt inside your brain and body.
You fought a brave battle to live on for that long.
You held on for as long as possible, then it was time to let go.
I took care of you for 42 days from December 4, 2009
to January 17, 2010. Day and night, 24 hours a day,
seven days a week. Then I had to go.
Since then we had not met. Now you're gone.
Jai, I cannot experience you, but in my imagination,
I can see you seeing me as I write this.
Everyone living will go the way you have gone.
I too will go. After my time has come, I hope
to meet you "in person" again.
Hugs and kisses, Jai. Your Papa.

The World's Strongest Insect Is A Dung Beetle

The mating behavior of dung beetles is no less titillating than a tabloid ... such is the wiles of nature in its vast tapestry of creation ... read the story here: http://www.smh.com.au/world/science/sex-games-

Instant, Integrated Enlightenment Terminal

The dung beetle and the heavenly world of his own creation - a dung ball. Humble though the analogy may be ... snigger if it pleases you to do so ... the lowly insect and the even more lowly dung ball is a metaphor for ultimate reality - one that is not other-mediated but entirely self-fashioned ... by the power of your transcendental spiritual consciousness ...

The dung beetle aka scarab was an object of veneration by the ancient Egyptians.

'I' of the Dung Beetle

Like a dung beetle breaks forth from,
feeds and lives on a ball of dung,
so have I found my instant,
integrated enlightenment terminal
from the dung heap of received wisdom
piled on me from the day I was born
some sixty four years ago.
It took me that long to break through
the many layers of other-mediated cajoles,
threats, promises, betrayals,
conflicting, disjointed claims, and
harangues mixed with exemplary tales
with no seeming time nor logic lines.
Millions of people fall under its powerful sway
playing on guilt and dire punishment and promises
of untold rewards all, strangely, appealing
to the senses which were considered a sin in the first place.

A significant other is going to punish, emphasis is on punish,
me with unmentionable - and yet mentioned in the greatest detail -
forms of punishment which would make Bush's Guantanamo Bay
or Hitler's Dresden look like children's playgrounds just because
I beg to differ - a difference of opinion - from the forms
of the received wisdom. If I'm seen to genuflect
and mutter the correct formulas and mantras - the correct forms -
I'll be rewarded with objects of desire which I don't desire in the first place -
mansions, maidens and, heard tell, young males.
Hey, I just want to be a dung beetle and left alone
to roll my dung ball as I please ...
Am I a problem to you?
This dung ball, mind you, is one I fashion myself
and not given to me on a silver platter.
Don't want no silver platter from nobody ...
Just leave me alone with my dung ball.
If anyone is interested to know how do I conjure up my dung ball,
the answer is simple - it is the sum of my total awareness
which I discover for myself from experience, reading and thinking,
not repeating verbatim any received wisdom like a parrot
with little understanding. Received wisdom, in their corral or cage,
is easy enough to understand at the literal level
and it appeals to the mass mind or canary in-a-cage mentality
but placed under the scrutiny of objective studies, they fall apart.
Enlightenment is the ability to see the spiritual forest from the trees
made up of conflicting claims, life's varied events and subtle progressions.