DEAR SEPTEMBER

Same room, same table, same chair

Same people, same work, same scenario

Everything is the same

Except for me and you.

I walk these streets alone in a cold September rain

I watched the glow from the pavement,

My heart remembers a familiar ache

I guess I would never learn to forget.

In the stillness of the night I cry on these sheets

I shouted for his name but he no longer hear me

I prayed and begged on my knees

I questioned God and blame myself for everything.

I tried to see the reason beyond this pain

I tried to see the world for what it is

And accept the fact that I am alone again

But never a day goes by that I didn't weep.

For months, I've been searching for another soul

But all I do is to burn bridges down

I hope that one day he would knock on my door

But all I hear is a deafening sound.

He no longer look into my eyes

He no longer walks me home

He said we're still friends but he no longer cares

Maybe he doesn't love me anymore.

And there was my deepest fear,

I don't know how to fix myself anymore,
I am lost in an old memory,

God please heal my heart and soul.

Here comes September, everything's the same

And everything has changed.

I am sorry for hurting you in all kinds of ways

I am sorry for I am still hurt and confused.

And there's only one echo in my head

It's you... my love, my sweetest mistake

But if you could only stay

If you could only reach for me again.

Dear September, I still miss you...

You're everything that I ever wanted

I'm sorry I know I shouldn't but I still love you

And I forever and always will...

BULLETPROOF WEEKS

Somewhere in between

The beginning and the end

September took the tourist

And settled in for good

We could hear the trains again

Brooklyn girls in scarves

Summer left and no one said a word

We'd open your window

And stay in your bed

All day 'til the street lights came on

So what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms

What happened to feelin' cheap radio songs

What happened to thinking the world was flat

Yeah, what happened?

So up on 59th street

Right before the rain

Lovers catching taxis going downtown

I'm talking to what's left of you

And watching what I say

Counting all the freckles on your perfect face

You open your window

And sit on your bed

Just waiting for right words to come

So what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms

What happened to feelin' cheap radio songs

What happened to thinking the world was flat

What happened

Yeah what happened to that?

Was I wrong?

Was I wrong?

So what happened to bullet proof weeks in your arms

What happened to feelin' cheap radio songs

What happened to thinking the world was flat

What happened

Yeah, what happened to that?

~Matt Nathanson~

TWO MONKS AND A PRETTY GIRL

A friend has shared this meaningful story that I hope everyone would take time to read, understand and internalize:

Once upon a time a big monk and a little monk were travelling together. They came to the bank of a river and found the bridge was damaged. They had to wade across the river. There was a pretty lady who was stuck at the damaged bridge and couldn't cross the river. The big monk offered to carry her across the river on his back. The lady accepted.

The little monk was shocked by the move of the big monk. 'How can big brother carry a lady when we are supposed to avoid all intimacy with females?' thought the little monk. But he kept quiet. The big monk carried the lady across the river and the small monk followed unhappily. When they crossed the river, the big monk let the lady down and they parted ways with her.

All along the way for several miles, the little monk was very unhappy with the act of the big monk. He was making up all kinds of accusations about the big monk in his head. This got him madder and madder. But he still kept quiet. And the big monk had no inclination to explain his situation.

Finally, at a rest point many hours later, the little monk could not stand it any further, he burst out angrily at the big monk, 'How can you claim yourself a devout monk, when you seize the first opportunity to touch a female, especially when she is very pretty? All your teachings to me make you a big hypocrite”.

The big monk looked surprised and said, 'I had put down the pretty lady at the river bank many hours ago, how come you are still carrying her along?'

[This very old Chinese Zen story reflects the thinking of many people today. We encounter many unpleasant things in our life. They irritate us and they make us angry. Sometimes, they cause us a lot of hurt, sometimes they cause us to be bitter or jealous. But like the little monk, we are not willing to let them go away. We keep on carrying the baggage of the 'pretty lady' with us. We let them keep on coming back to hurt us, make us angry, make us bitter and cause us a lot of agony. Why ? Simply because we are not willing to put down or let go of the baggage of the 'pretty lady'. We should let go of the pretty lady immediately after crossing the river, that is after the unpleasant event is over. This will immediately remove all our agonies. There is no need to be further hurt by the unpleasant event after it is over.]