This morning I woke up still having some words , bit's of sentences of Ryokan's poem wandering in my mind,
I asked for help, and Tho found the poem that was in my dream:
people in the world
Throw away their lives lusting after things,
Never able to satisfy their desires,
Falling into deeper despair
And torturing themselves.
if they get what they want
How long will they be able to enjoy it?
For one heavenly pleasure
They suffer ten torments of hell,
Binding themselves more firmly to the grindstone.
Such people are like monkeys
Frantically grasping for the moon in the water
And then falling into a whirlpool.
How endlessly those caught up in the floating world suffer.
Despite myself, I fret over them all night
And cannot staunch my flow of tears.
(poet, excentric, hermit) 1758-1831
Vietnam this afternoon,
So happy to see family, friends colleagues:) soon:)
It was also so lovely to see so many friends here in Bangkok, Abhisiree...thank you:), Mike :) Mae Chee and Joy:) Jaques Vero+children:)