九月竟是告別的月份。一路順風,年輕人。(點播:Radiohead OK Computer 裡的搖籃曲,No Surprises)

A heart that’s full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won’t heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t, they don’t speak for us.
I’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

RIP, Teddy.

IMG_4377Sometimes you need to find a right word to bring out the exact situation and moment for someone. A simple news coverage, a special kind of death (by the wordings, “fell and died”). There are several days that it ain’t tickling any utterance but silence.

I won’t say it humiliating, but clowning. Comparing to the wolf and king / emperor image he would like to impress people, comparing to the sophisticated (and hesitating) negotiation moments; comparing to the cultural sensitivity and historical horizon and vision he would like to create. Those who were with him at the last moment could have a deep dialogue with his mind. What’s life?

We are not deciding and choosing the moments of our life. But a learner, grasping the winds and breezes of the above with the whole embodiment of mindfulness. And returning to the source of life when requested.

R.I.P., B.