When we get lucky out of part miracle
we go blank from sudden joy
When we talk to the dead
we think we could hear them
talking with our echo
When we get angry
we grow antlers and
couldn't hold ourselves to head bud like buck
against nothing
When we cling to something
what we believe becomes truth
regardless of what it is really like
The world most of time
is the world of thoughts in our own mind
We like to pick things that support our world
not the ones that argue with our thoughts
or even shatter our world
When it does shatter sometime
we hand it to God
Buddha or whoever have already perfected
a world of self-contained and persuasive thoughts
But not until you totally give up your own
you are not going to be a believer
The battle or peace
is always with our mind
