Without stepping
    a foot outside
    the entire world
    is discovered --inside

I'll not speak
as by words
I've been deluded

we'll forget
those happy moments
of sizzling youth

time has spoken
we have changed
each has taken a different route

you should not speak either
nothing would come out good
new joy we might find--let fate impute

Life is layers upon layers
of memories
in the labyrinth
of the mind
of every kind-

a present event
or a feeling
or a mood
an imagination
will trigger
their appearance
which will have
to be processed
or attended-
it's helpless
to fight or desist -

memories upon memories
coalesce into a maze
in the kaleidoscope
of time- one's personal life
is written and shaped
in some strange image.

West:  Exert

Zen:   Relax

Most dreams are unrealised
to have them is to be agonised:
on the here and now, focus
that's an easier route to happiness

The next level
        comes on its own
        if your present task
        has achieved the best possible

If myself
    I don't understand
    how could
    I know the world?