chapters of 12-2012

1.      Stillness

Every once a while, the companies stay in stillness

Only whispers flow between the seats

The voices ask, what’s going on?

Seems like someone would like to know something

Know something first so that someone can do something

Seems like everyone needs to know something

But it is not one thing only

If an action can be taken or should it be

If the precious stillness should be broken oh so easily

In stillness, no target can be found

The one who is looking for targets become a target

The job must be his

2.      Nonetheless

Whose business is it?

It’s not my business

And none of your business

Everyone waits

The boss’s mind is wondering still

If the boss got to decide

The decision is not yet made

The direction is not yet taken

Asking for action is not in favor

Not in sync, not so clear

Not so pretty yet, can’t you see?

The plan is not layout perfectly yet

If the boss is not in charge

There got to be a God who is

Who else?

3.      Ideal ideas

Can an ideal world be reached by an idea?

Before that, tell us all

What an ideal world is like?

Any idea of the ideal world?

Do they exist?

Is there a description of the ideal world?

Or is the idea of an ideal world different in different aspect?

And whose ideas should be realized

Can we have an ideal voting system so people can decide together?

Can we have peace between the winning and losing ideas?

Or maybe the winning or losing idea does not exist in the ideal world?

Or perhaps the idea of an ideal world is only describing an idea of direction

An idea with an infinite search

That can never be reached

And remain the form of an idea

4.      Slow

Slow is a temple of freezing air

Nothing happens

But wishful thinking

Yes, it’s slow

Like a sundial revolving along with the Sun

The shadow doesn't seem to move at all

Not happening, not ready

Gradually out dated

But the time on the dial didn't change

No wrong done

As we allow it

Because the notice came slowly

The decision came out not comparably quick

Soon we all lose velocity

Stand idle

Sit at ease

Sing in slow tempo

Let up the busy dreams

Time is limited

As we are limited

Soon! can never be reached

note: the thoughts didn't end here but the month had passed, so it is.