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I don't know where the future lies

I've never seen the map 

We're floating through thin air

Through nothing

Surrounded by the bits of

Misery and fortune that we

already met somewhere.

I've got a few things in  my bag

A few thoughts in my head

Some dreams, some fears

Some photographs

A few things to regret.

 It might be lyrics, too. I'm just not sure about a melody yet.
Oh, and one more thing: I might completely redo the blog- AGAIN. Sorry for the mess, it must be really annoying to open the same url and see a different site almost each week. Honestly, I beg your pardon. But as long as I'm not happy with it myself, I'll go on with all the witching.

reflections

It's about time

A cold shower
An alarm bell
The mind shaking
And awaking
You should not rely on fortuna and god
They are not the ones who can bring you a change
It is about time to stop taking.

tea time

One thing that is essential in my life: TEA. I think I spend about a quarter or sometimes even a third of each day drinking tea. But fortunately, it's not only me who is that funny, Lu Tung was, too.

Well ok, he lived about 1300 years ago. But he has written one of my favorite poems, dedicated to my favorite drink.


Lu Tong's Seven Bowls of Tea 七碗诗 卢仝（唐. 790~835）
The first bowl moistens my lips and throat; 一碗喉吻潤，
The second bowl breaks my loneliness; 二碗破孤悶，
The third bowl searches my barren entrails but to find 三碗搜枯腸，
Therein some five thousand scrolls; 惟有文字五千卷，
The fourth bowl raises a slight perspiration 四碗發輕汗，
And all life's inequities pass out through my pores; 平生不平事盡向毛孔散，
The fifth bowl purifies my flesh and bones; 五碗肌骨清，
The sixth bowl calls me to the immortals. 六碗通仙靈，
The seventh bowl could not be drunk, 七碗吃不得也，
only the breath of the cool wind raises in my sleeves. 唯覺兩腋習習清風生。
Where is Penglai Island, Yuchuanzi wishes to ride on this sweet breeze and go back. 蓬萊山﹐在何處，玉川子乘此清風欲歸去。

 So, what are you all going to do know? Right, have a cup. Me too. 

the journey

look, here it is, it's right ahead
and now confronting you
a rock to climb, a route to find
so, what you're gonna do?


you call your folks, get some support
and now back to the task
riddle to solve, deep sea to dive
'but how?' you're gonna ask


united powers is the key,
you all will think and start
to get it done, quite confident
but soon you'll fall apart
one tries like this, one tries like that
and never you agree
on how to find your way, the way
how it's supposed to be


it gets quite harsh, the argument, 
and everyone decides
to work his way through rain and dust
to all existing sides


your way, it tears you into bits
far too exhausting to move on
besides, you miss the others, it's
not fun, this journey, anymore


and you return to reconcile
continue as a team
but later a new rock arrives
and there you go again!


you fight again and you can't find
the little path for which you strive
to climb that rock, to tame the sea,
to live this thing called life.