A glass of water is offered:
Buddhas see healing nectar of compassionate wisdom;
Humans see refreshing water to quench their thirst;
Pretas see revolting blood and pus.
Five emails are offered:
CC sees salt on his wound; she sees a girl,
Kicking his ass with compassion carefully held by wisdom.
“He studies rocks. I save lives. You can’t marry him.”
Are you asking me to marry you? When will that happen?
“Don’t know. 7 years, 10, 15. Maybe. Don’t know.”
We met at 10 pm, talked until 4 am, you walked me to my door.
I was never your girlfriend – we never kissed under the mistletoe – you never held my hand under the stars – told me you loved me in moonlight; that day I met your mother, I was already another man’s wife; you were still a single and unavailable and un-marriageable material. You came to me all excited about her: “Young plum and bamboo toy horse, childhood playmates; my parents and her parents are old friends; I have seen her naked in a pool, when she was just a baby girl.” Well, then, brother, don’t screw this one up, don’t put her on hold, or ask your girlfriends to watch her while you mind the hospital work, don’t oh so casually let her go. Your mother wanted to know why you were chasing after another girl, if that would translate to a wedding: “My son is very secretive, has a deceptive part to him, be careful.” Scorpio, naturally, scorpio. Your friend says, “He has done that before with other girls.” When we played the Flames Game, we deduced the following truth: “There is attraction, there is friendship, but no, no marriage in our charts.” When Lama came, you said you had dharma Qs; Friday, Lama said he would see you; Saturday, you went, and Lama gave you 2.5 hours of private chat time; Lama called to give me his 30-minute report. Lama said, “Your friend, very compassionate. Talk so much about you. Think about marriage. Your family his family. Lonely Man, Lonely Man Syndrome. But, I say to him, ‘No jealousy. Two people must be compatible. Find another girl. Seriously, this time, think, marriage.” Should I remain to be his friend? Lama hesitated for the longest time, “Uhhhhhhhh.” FB, he releases a seconds-long video honouring his dead parents; at a student’s wedding, he is still playing tricks with his adoring students, “Can anyone help match me up with a girl, take away my virginity?” Are you sure that is your destiny, my friend, are you positively sure? Taiwan now: LGBT marriage friendly. He catches you exploring his FB, sharing a post that day, quickly invites you to be his new LINE friend, after contact, only to shut you out, waiting for you to play the “cat and mouse game”.
No, my friend, I do not chase men, only if he is Mr Darcy would I be persuaded to change my mind. Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, a girl’s presence can bring out all kinds of things. He was looking for a fuck buddy; I didn’t wanna be anyone’s fuck buddy.
“My condolences for the loss of your parents; take care of you, my friend, take good care of you,” and I close the window on this one. C’est la vie, mon ami, c’est la vie. Ho’oponopono.
Witness to suffering – the 3, 6, 8 kind. Yours, mine, ours, this Dog-eat-doggy 21st C.
I was never your girlfriend – we never kissed under the mistletoe – you never held my hand under the stars – told me you loved me in moonlight; that day I met your mother, I was already another man’s wife; you were still a single and unavailable and un-marriageable material. You came to me all excited about her: “Young plum and bamboo toy horse, childhood playmates; my parents and her parents are old friends; I have seen her naked in a pool, when she was just a baby girl.” Well, then, brother, don’t screw this one up, don’t put her on hold, or ask your girlfriends to watch her while you mind the hospital work, don’t oh so casually let her go. Your mother wanted to know why you were chasing after another girl, if that would translate to a wedding: “My son is very secretive, has a deceptive part to him, be careful.” Scorpio, naturally, scorpio. Your friend says, “He has done that before with other girls.” When we played the Flames Game, we deduced the following truth: “There is attraction, there is friendship, but no, no marriage in our charts.” When Lama came, you said you had dharma Qs; Friday, Lama said he would see you; Saturday, you went, and Lama gave you 2.5 hours of private chat time; Lama called to give me his 30-minute report. Lama said, “Your friend, very compassionate. Talk so much about you. Think about marriage. Your family his family. Lonely Man, Lonely Man Syndrome. But, I say to him, ‘No jealousy. Two people must be compatible. Find another girl. Seriously, this time, think, marriage.” Should I remain to be his friend? Lama hesitated for the longest time, “Uhhhhhhhh.” FB, he releases a seconds-long video honouring his dead parents; at a student’s wedding, he is still playing tricks with his adoring students, “Can anyone help match me up with a girl, take away my virginity?” Are you sure that is your destiny, my friend, are you positively sure? Taiwan now: LGBT marriage friendly. He catches you exploring his FB, sharing a post that day, quickly invites you to be his new LINE friend, after contact, only to shut you out, waiting for you to play the “cat and mouse game”.
No, my friend, I do not chase men, only if he is Mr Darcy would I be persuaded to change my mind. Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, a girl’s presence can bring out all kinds of things. He was looking for a fuck buddy; I didn’t wanna be anyone’s fuck buddy.
“My condolences for the loss of your parents; take care of you, my friend, take good care of you,” and I close the window on this one. C’est la vie, mon ami, c’est la vie. Ho’oponopono.
Witness to suffering – the 3, 6, 8 kind. Yours, mine, ours, this Dog-eat-doggy 21st C.
Once upon a time, in a psych ward at NTU,
A friend named CC said to me,
“You have the ability to bring people up to a higher level.”
“You can help me, too,” he said.
“You can help me, too,” he said.
By Judy Lin 2008-7
“Projections” from Dharma in Her Heart.
© Photo: DC Lee, “Moraine Lake – Alberta” 2012
Copyright © 2012 Judy Lin
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