have seen life slipping away
\nlike a sip
\nof the cup which was not going to stay
\ni took my tea and could hardly say
\nis this what we have learned
\nto be the middle way<\/p>\n
Buddha is not my ideal nor sri rama
\ni am not worried
\nabout what people will say
\ni want to be with my mother
\nand wish her a long life
\neven if it means
\nsome more
\nmoments, from my friends, will go away<\/p>\n
after all, what is that which matters
\nwhen leaves are shed
\nand spring i sfar away
\nyou just become quiet
\nand let memories\u00c2\u00a0 hold
\na queer sway<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
have seen life slipping away like a sip of the cup which was not going to stay i took my tea and could hardly say is this what we have learned to be the middle way Buddha is not my ideal nor sri rama i am not worried about what people will say i want … <\/p>\n