Buddhist Thought

Being vigilant of the three doors of karma is to remove the conditions for three poisons to grow, the three doors are - Speech, Action, Thought.

Heroe's Never Die

Heroes never die…
Their bodies loose that common texture known as life
while a thousand times enriched by death, their quintessence lingers on.
A hero’s fate is not to die in bed, conquered by old age,
a hero’s destiny is the battlefield, not diabetes or Alzimer’s disease.

Go, go brave man, warriors deserves a sudden death.
On a sharp bend, a Daytona coupe careened --slamming into a tree--
so was earthly existence snuffed for Aussie racing car driver
Peter Brock.
And Death kept watch each time Steve Irwin kissed a tiger,
toyed with scorpions, swam with sharks, or hunted crocs.

Though a hero fears it not, he’s aware of his companion’s presence,
invisible, mysterious, well-known yet unknowable, haunter, not hunted,
feral essence never tagged or captured for the zoo. That’s Death!
To a car-crash or the barb of a black stingray, unconquered heroes
freely yield, by Death immortalized, rejoicing in Elysian Fields

Steve Irwin - Thanks for the Memory -

Stevo “WOW what a little beauty” you were to this country and state,
The Sunshine Coast will miss hearing that Aussie larrikin say “Crikey Mate,”
Everyone loved you because you were a typical Aussie bloke,
Very willing to make people laugh with a typical Stevo joke,
Everywhere you went as a proud Aussie in your khakis,



Internationally you will be missed by all over seas.
Reptiles and conservation is what you will be remembered for,
Without doubt it’s that ocher Australian in you that made us proud and adore,
It won’t be the same Australia without you Stevo, you brought us so much joy and pleasure,
No doubt you will be remembered as our greatest national treasure.

Text- ©2006-Clayton and Beck

649 ( The Lottery Ticket )

When I heard the news that my friend got a win for 649 I went out of the room without thinking.

Where Can I go? I wondered, and walked down the street. I stopped in front of the lottery ticket vendor.

“Please buy me. I sell the happiness.”

The numbers were trembling. The numbers were dancing--- Temptation!

I chose 6 numbers with intensity: 9,16, 23, 27, 41, 44 They looked like a treasure island.

That night I had a dream. The shining sun and the full moon were hanging in the clear sky.

Next day I checked for the winning number. Not one of mine was right.

I went out to the lake to hide my embarrassment. I had expected to win.

The sun and the moon which I saw in the dream hanging together in the dark sky---
I could not see them.

©1995-Jong nan