Ring of Silver
A woman walked past me, her belly-button adorned with a silver ring. That was not the point. I forgot her as soon as I saw her except the silver ring.
I’m tired of sitting on this iron bench, bubbles of old paint sticking to my pants. What more could I do?
I’m a sick man. I think I am dying soon…but who’s not sick? What’s not? The society I live in is in pain, its sickness laminated with facade of misbegotten pretense, an extension of society I do not choose to live. Yet, I’m in it, drawn towards it, playing the same game, each of us swirling toward that whirlpool of doom. The end is near…
I must keep going, I must keep smiling, I must keep breathing. A lungful or more of this putid air won’t kill me. Nor would it make me alive.
The silver ring on a woman’s belly-button is the only silver lining of our time…I weep tears of joy.
May 1, 2007 at 7:45 am
Hey Man,
Well well.. who is not sick in the little world, everyone is except the immortal, you still have a plenty to go for your life.. have fun with your life.. enjoy, been while since i enjoyed your article. worse that i am having a hard time.
Thanks for your comment, indeed Mani is still with doma and ragniganda. lol
have a good day
ugyen
May 1, 2007 at 12:58 pm
U need to smile, laugh and cry to enjoy life! Everything on this earth is not bad,as much as there are bad, there are goodness in it!
This is me telling you? haha , a Zenic who is himself the Buddha.(atleast my Buddha) hehe…
take care.I will always be there for you namo!!Cheer up and show that million-dollar worth smile!!Muahhh!
SGUH!!
May 1, 2007 at 7:30 pm
ugyen and jenni and spidergurll(who has deleted her comment*grin*), thanks guys…:)
er, nia i am doing fine…don’t worry:)