Between these lines I Try vainly to express the Inexpressible.
On Finding Peace (It’s Not Your Fault)
It's not your fault That he left you It's not your fault And there is nothing wrong with you He just did not know How to be What he needed to be For you And for himself It's not your fault It never was.
On Three Hundred Days
Ev’ry day these three
Hundred days, I write down words
To ward off the Dark.
On This Teahouse (Amiability)
I have come so far
And it is only forty years later
That I can now feel
The inexorable
inviolable
inescapable pull of gravity
Anchoring me here
In amiable exile
I have everything I need
Here
Except for the buried treasure
Of finally seeing myself
And loving myself
With fullest acceptance.
On Becoming Patience
Forty-five years on
God’s Earth! I count my days with
Becoming patience.
On Docility
Don’t tangle with me!
I’m a docile demon, just
Waiting to erupt.
On That Deep, Dark Void
Don’t ask me to look into
That deep, dark void
I just cannot imagine
This life without
You.
On Mutual Vanity
Look at us! Look at us!
So accomplished, so prestigious!
Is that you,
In that magazine?
Well it’s me,
On the cover of the magazine!
Look at us!
I mean,
Look at me!
On Missing You
There’s a you-shaped hole
In my heart tonight, waiting
For you to come home.
Tentang Rindu yang Gugah Menjajah
Setiap derap langkah
Menzikirkan adanya kita
Terasing walau sementara
Terpisah dek lautan benua
Dan aku harus terus gagah
Meski rindu gugah menjajah
Setiap silih cakera alam
Setiap gilir siang dan malam
Mengundang hampir berakhir gundah.