Tuesday, September 11, 2012

李柱銘 vs. 破豪

以前我不相信有「官逼民反」這回事,有思想、有分析能力、講理、能說話的人,有甚麼事不能坐下來,唔啱講到啱?所以我喜歡李柱銘式以理智思維辯析去表達意見,探討問題,協調分歧的做法。但越認識得多,越發現原來李柱銘式的對話,只能在有歧見的雙方都抱著自由民主理念的基礎,才有可能進行,才有可能有成果,才可能就算達不成共識,談判破裂,也可以繼續據理力爭。

對以爛仔式、黑社會龍頭大哥式、以殺人放火、偷呃拐騙、奸淫擄掠,強權高壓,把你當奴才去統治(非服務)的政權,李柱銘式的研討對話,幾乎起不了作用。溫文爾雅的李柱銘,要同「破豪」講讓班馬仔兄弟有民主自由,怎麼講?其實相對來說「破豪」雖然不仁,郤有黑社會那種「滴血為盟」的義。

這亦是為甚麼甘地以絕食與英國抗衡發生效用,但香港人的絕食,只能感動更多有血有肉,認同自由民主的香港人。港共政權,麻木不仁,就算你絕食至死,都只不過是你自己選擇「激進」,自找苦吃。不對的、愚笨的、激進的,永遠是你。

記住了,香港面對的,不是英國君子殖民政府,而是中國共產黨國合一的極權。 我非在建議以暴易暴,只是,在選擇支持或反對正在爭取自由民主,捍衛香港核心價值的勇士時,不要那麼快扣上「激進」的帽子,不要那麼快說他們「年少無知,被人利用」。靜下來想一想,為甚麼你可以看到這篇放在Blogger上的文章?為甚麼我可以寫這些話而不怕「被旅行」、「被入院」、「被自殺」?

至今仍是兵家,商家常讀的《孫子兵法》在春秋時代(公元前515至512年間)成書,孫子在《謀攻篇》中謂:「知己知彼,百戰不殆;不知彼而知己,一勝一負;不知彼,不知己,每戰必殆。」你認為中國共產黨是「進步、無私與團結的執政集團」嗎?若是,為何?若非,又為何?你認識1949年前的共產黨嗎?認識現在的共產黨嗎?兩者有分別嗎?若有分別,分別為何?

在捍衛香港核心價值,捍衛民主自由,言論自由的抗爭中,運用你天賦的智慧,分析能力去「知己知彼」。無腦用不了腦,無可厚非,有腦而不用腦,可憐復可悲。

Thursday, August 23, 2012

自信心爆棚

在找一本很久沒看過的書,翻箱倒籠之際,無意間看到一張舊照片。年輕的我束了一頭當時最流行的長長波浪式浮雲般的曲髮,眉梢間漫溢著自信的鋒芒,笑意盈盈,大學剛畢業沒幾年吧,那至少是二十年前拍的了...... 。欣賞自己的青春,滿足的笑靨,和那似能征服世間一切困難的籌躇滿志。

定神再看與我合照的各位太太,每個年紀都比當時的我大很多,仔細一個一個看,居然沒有一個認得!名字更不用說,全無印象。頓時心裡一沉:那明明是我,雖然看來與他們並不親近,但也不像完全陌生,為何竟然對他們沒有一絲記憶?這些是甚麼人?

以為是老花眼作怪,摘下近視鏡再仔細端詳每張臉,搞盡腦汁,回想畢業後幾年我做過甚麼事,有甚麼是跟一群四十開外,看似斯文有教養的人一起做的?

終於稍見端倪,照片正中央被我們圍著的年長女士,臉很熟悉呢,在哪裡見過?是誰?是誰?究竟她是誰?

啊!是老師,是教普通話教學的北京老師!這是一起上港大普通話教學法的同學!都是現職的普通話老師,來拿資格的,只有我一個甚麼教學文憑都沒有,也沒有教過普通話,就只憑會說普通話,就跑去學怎麼教了,結果仍以A+成績取得文憑。

當時果然自信心爆棚!

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

我信,因為這「不合理」。

世上不合理的事情太多了,多得令我不想看,不想想,不合理的事情天天發生,令我生氣,令我生厭。有時候自問:「你認為合理的,別人可不這樣認為,你又怎能堅稱你的才是對的,別人都要合你的理?」沒錯,我不能叫別人都「合」我的「理」,但我相信人世間有一不變的真理,這真理不論你怎麼辯解、怎麼曲解、怎麼不解,都仍然屹立不搖,因為是真實不變的道理。這真理是甚麼?這真理是信、是望、是愛。

小童被拐帶後被斬手斬腳,弄瞎燒傷,繼而被餓肚子,推到街上行乞,這合理嗎?不!但對小孩子做這些事的人,認為很合理:弱肉強食,適者生存,那裡錯了?那麼,我能跟他們說他們不合理嗎?如果根據「你不能叫別人都『合』你的『理』」的推理,我不可以說他們不對,社會不可以說他們不對,執法機構更不可以說他們不對,法律不外人情,不是嗎?難道執法者要拐帶小童的餓肚子嗎?然而,人心中有個「律」,世人稱之為「良心」,這個大部份人共同擁有對甚麼是合理,甚麼是不合理的信念,讓我們知道,要指責拐賣小童的人,社會也要有法律懲治這等人,因為人間有信、有望、有愛。無論拐帶孩童者怎麼
辯解、怎麼曲解、怎麼不解,人心中的信、望、愛,仍然屹立不搖

就在自忖人世間仍存天理的一刻,突然遇見一件怎麼看也不合理的事:

我殺了人,被拉上法庭,被判死罪。然而,法官宣判的一刻,竟然指著站在被告欄旁的一個人,說:「你,代替她坐到電椅上。」那人默默點頭,被庭警帶走。我無罪釋放了。發生了甚麼事?那人是誰?為甚麼他會聽法官的話?莫非他也是重犯,反正要死的,就把我的死罪也算到他頭上,莫非法官對我開恩了?但是,為甚麼?

走到法院外面,被一大群記者包圍,他們
不解地皺著眉,搶著高聲問我:「妳是否行賄了?辯護律師跟法官有甚麼協議嗎?」在團團疑惑中,他們的問題叫我更混亂。我不明白他們在說甚麼,問身邊的朋友,他們同樣疑惑地看著我,我問:「究竟那被帶走的人是誰?」

此時,一位記者大聲喊著問:「你跟法官的兒子是甚麼關係?是情人嗎?」

甚麼?情人?法官的兒子?!我從來沒見過這個人,法官為甚麼要叫他的兒子頂替我?這人沒有犯過法,連超速行車、隨地吐痰、不按燈號過馬路,都沒有犯過。再打聽一下,原來他不單是法官的兒子,更是法官的獨子,是他所有資產的唯一繼承人!


福音,就是那麼「不合理」。我信神、信福音、信耶穌,因為越看聖經越覺得「不合理」。


哥林多前書1:18-21
因為十字架的道理,在那滅亡的人為愚拙;在我們得救的人,卻為上帝的大能。
就如經上所記: 我要滅絕智慧人的智慧, 廢棄聰明人的聰明。智慧人在哪裏?文士在哪裏?這世上的辯士在哪裏?上帝豈不是叫這世上的智慧變成愚拙嗎? 世人憑自己的智慧,既不認識上帝,上帝就樂意用人所當作愚拙的道理拯救那些信的人;這就是上帝的智慧了。

Friday, July 06, 2012

100% Me

"Quiet"
The Hong Kong History Museum
Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?


If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

"Step Aside"
The Hong Kong History Museum
Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.
Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.)

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice?

First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either. 

《赤壁懷古》


一直偏愛《赤壁懷古》,大學剛畢業到四川成都,路旁一位老先生在題扇面,隨即趨前選了一把扇面扇骨俱黑的紙扇,請題《赤壁懷古》。老先生用白「墨」一揮而就,看著瀟灑蒼勁的字跡,唸著氣勢磅礡的古詞,甚為得意陶醉。逐插扇於牛仔褲後袋,以便隨時欣賞。豈料不足廿四小時,在鄉郊上茅厠之際,忘了紙扇在後,只聽一聲悶響,紙扇已然掉進「五彩茅廁」裡,(三十年前去過大陸鄉間的朋友必定明白「五彩」之意。)

這一驚非同小可,不管茅厠氣味顏色,刻不容緩,俯身伸手就向紙扇搶去。幸而速度夠快,紙扇尚未沉落「稀土」中,只有扇骨一角沾染了穢物。茅廁自來水欠奉,只有掏出 Tempo  紙巾,瘋狂拭擦,再以僅餘食水洗滌。目檢嗅查,不留茅廁痕跡,但我已然一頭冷汗,一身大汗。從此扇放背包,不再與褲袋為伍。

可惜廿五年後,拼命勇救的心愛紙扇已在無數次搬遷中消失。
蘇軾懷赤壁,我念赤壁紙扇。


蘇軾 念奴嬌 《赤壁懷古》

大江東去,浪淘盡,千古風流人物。
故壘西邊,人道是,三國周郎赤壁。
亂石崩雲,驚濤拍岸,捲起千堆雪;
江山如畫,一時多少豪傑。

遙想公瑾當年,小喬初嫁了,雄姿英發,
羽扇綸巾,談笑間,強虜灰飛煙滅。
故國神遊,多情應笑我,早生華發。
人生如夢,一尊還酹江月。

Monday, June 04, 2012

不能忘記

很多人選擇忘記今天,二十三年前的今天在神州大地發生的一切。他們選擇略過暴政的所作所為,輕看年青生命所流的血,踐踏進入了永恆的靈魂。這是他們的選擇,我...... 無言以對。

多謝許多選擇記住今天的人,其中有不少是我的朋友,謝謝你們沒有忘記。

如果你們不再提起,我會很孤獨。
如果你們不置可否,我會很疑惑。
如果你們說我不切實際,我會很傷心。

今天,我不能忘記,謝謝你們,因為你們也不能忘記。

Sunday, May 13, 2012

One word: SWEET

Memories With Mom

Mom, did you know you are the world's greatest mom?  Here are a few good memories that make you that.  And don't forget that I love you!

Do you remember when we first dug up Momiji?  The air was refreshing, and Momiji was pretty.  Her leaves were a beautiful maroon, and her tiny stem was soft.  Your hair was hanging down as you gently dig her up and put it in the tissue.  When we got into the car, I felt the paper of the tissue holding our new "plant pet."  I know you had always wanted a Japanese Maple, especially the red ones.  Now your wish has been fulfilled.  It was fun watering her, I felt happy digging her up, and I am delighted that she is growing.

Can you recall the time when we went to that trainlike rollercoaster?  It was scary!  the artificial rocks towered above us.  Your hair was flying like it had a mind of its own.  You were gripping the metal bars very hard, and you were dizzy for the rest of the day.  As we rode, I thought, "This is kind of scary and kind of fun!"  But you thought it was just plain scary.  I think the part that made you dizzy was the part that went down, and you could see the thin track.  It made me feel like I was going to fall off.  All the other people were whopping and screaming, and I was, too.  This memory is special to me because it was my first rollercoaster ride, and not many moms are dizzy the WHOLE DAY after a rollercoaster ride.

When I think of Ocean Park, I think of you.  It was really fun!  I saw the dolphins and seals at the dolphin show, tasted the yummy food you packed for me, and I smelled the fresh air.  But I was sad when we left, and now I wish that we could go there again.  I saw the colorful, musical amusement park, and the new Ocean Express station was really cool!  The time that I dropped my chicken nugget was very funny.  The stray cat ate it!  I remember this memory well because I only get to go there a little, and you usually go whenever I suggest.

As you can see, these are just a few of the many memories we have had together.  I hope we have many more.  Hope you have an excellent Mother's Day!

Best Wishes,

Kioni

Monday, May 07, 2012

你很漂亮


三美元迷你蘭花,祺祺喜歡它的淺綠色,
所以雖然這是看起來最不健康的一株,也帶了回家。
一美元半淍謝蘭花
昨天「大出血」花了四美元買了兩株促銷蘭花,促銷因為兩株都已開過花,要等明年才會再開了。其中一株更因缺水,快要死掉,所以才賣一美元。雖然明知道那一美元可能是丟進了鹹水海,但看到它時深感不能讓它待在店裡,就此死掉,就是要買它回家。

一元蘭花喝了一晚水有一點點起色,但因為葉子太乾了,也許不能回復從前的生機。也許這株蘭花「受傷太重」,永遠不能像同儕般綻放,甚至葉子可能也永遠低低垂著,不能「抬頭」,但它的存在對我有另一層意義和價值。

今早看到它,想到「壓傷的蘆葦祂不折斷」這句話,也許正因為經歷過壓傷了不被丟棄,更被特意買贖回家殷切照料這恩典,所以能與這株蘭花認同,也就違反一般消費常理,把半死的蘭花買回家。

一元蘭花,你安全了,不會再捱饑抵渴。答應照顧你一生,供你溫飽,就好好活下來吧。不要擔心能不能按時開花,看到你活著就足夠了。不管別人怎麼評價你,在我心中,你很漂亮。

Thursday, April 26, 2012

一幀舊照

很久沒有寫blog,亦很久沒有失眠了。眼睛看著iPad上那玉樹臨風的韓劇男主角,心中郤想著那位二十年沒見過面的主內弟兄。不要說見面了,就連電郵電話都不能有。

睡不著,是因為日間有位弟兄在面書教會社團上放了一幀舊照,照片中那久違的弟兄與眾弟兄姊妹擠在狹小的露營帳幕內,笑意盈溢,純誠摰愛。弟兄熱愛生命,熱愛朋友,更愛他的主耶穌。腦子裡頓時浮現了與這位弟兄在詩班練唱,三度去馬來西亞潛水、在團契中事奉、無聊時在教會拉扯對話等等的圖畫,不知不覺間,已淚如泉湧,心中隱隱作痛。

自己也嚇了一跳,為何會那麼心痛?為何會不自控地流淚?想像他的處境,感受他的心情,衡量想跟他說的話,淚就不其然而下。然而,心中強烈感到,我不用發一言,他已經知道我要說的每句話。

我知道他知道我們想念他,知道我們沒有忘記過他,知道我們盼望能與他自由通電郵、講電話、見面吃飯、去馬來西亞吃沙嗲喝拉茶、或只是百無聊賴,有一搭沒一搭地天南地北。

是的,你知道。

你選擇留在現在的境況一定有你的原因,也許你覺得別無選擇,我也曾覺得生命別無選擇,也就以無奈為主題活著。可是我錯了,神的兒女是有自由的,我的自由在祂裡面。我的生命並不無奈,令其無奈的是我自己。

只想你知道你永遠是我們之一,我們不會忘記你,怎能忘記你呢?無論你的選擇為何,做甚麼決定,我們都永遠站在你身旁。我們或許會因為你的決定心痛無奈,也許我們也曾做過令你心痛無奈的決定,但今天我想跟你說:「愛裡沒有懼怕,愛能消解任何恩怨情仇。」

羅馬書8:35, 38-39
  • 誰能使我們與基督的愛隔絕呢?難道是患難嗎?是困苦嗎?是逼迫嗎?是飢餓嗎?是赤身露體嗎?是危險嗎?是刀劍嗎?
  • 我深信無論是死、是生是天使是掌權的是有能的是現在的事是將來的事是高處的是低處的是別的受造之物,都不能叫我們與神的愛隔絕。


Thursday, April 05, 2012

飛略而過

一天過得很快,早上起來以為有漫長的一天去工作、運動、做飯、洗衣、收拾,誰知道一眨眼已是十一時,再眨眼已是做晚飯的時間,轉一個身,是時候睡覺了。

「快樂不知時日過」,其實快樂與不快樂都會不知時日過,只要那一天被填滿了,「快樂」與否不是重點,時日,仍然過得很快。

雖然感覺日子飛略而過,但每天仍要面對磨鍊,安慰的是,日子飛略而過,一天的磨鍊亦飛略而過,第二天,就待睡醒了再去面對。第二天亦會飛略而過,第二天的磨鍊亦如是。「一天的難處一天當就夠了。」

盼望著耶穌回來,問了祂千萬次甚麼時候才回來。知道大概在我在世的日子,不會見到祂回來,但仍不能放棄去想像,也許就在這麼一刻,號角響起,祂要來接我啦!不論是被主接走還是在半空與主相遇,我都期待。

Saturday, January 21, 2012

眼前未嘗如此黑暗過

在封存了差不多二十多年的箱子裡,看到台大外文系第四期班刊《普羅米修斯》Prometheus。一頁一頁翻看,同學老師熟悉的名字,二十五年後,他們都在哪裡?白紙黑字的單純,牽引思緒至另一個時空,另一縷情懷,另一種存在。

翻到第三十八、三十九頁,版面顏色變了,兩頁紙上跨頁印了一張大大的深灰色黑白照片,男孩子依在欄杆上,欄杆後面是一排禿樹,他大衣的衣角不經意地飄搖,落葉在他腳下,他側著臉看遠方,似在等待......。回憶著,再也翻不下去,是這三首詩啊!原來,他曾為她如此傷痛流淚。

詩人緣子一天下課後在課室外把她叫住,手裡拿著一頁輕薄的原稿紙:
「妳是編輯,就交給妳。」他靠近她身邊,柔聲地說。
她把原稿紙接過來,正要打開來看。
「回去再看吧。」他眉間眼裡泛著的絲縷柔情,就如往昔一般打動她。
「為甚麼不能現在看?是甚麼那麼神秘?」她心裡嘀咕著,但尊重他的要求,把稿子輕輕握在手裡,生怕多壓了一條細紋。正要轉身離去,他又把她叫住:
「答應我,妳來設計這稿子的版面,妳親手做,行嗎?」他直看到她心底最深處,那哀戚的眼神,撥動了那本已顫動的心弦。
「那有投稿者連誰來設計版面也有要求的?究竟寫的是甚麼?那麼緊張兮兮。」她不敢抬頭看他,怕再看一眼,他會聽見她心中那低迴的哀歌。
「我要跟其他編輯商量。」她把頭壓得低低的,看著手中的稿子,不置可否地說。
「答應我,妳來做,不要交給別人。」他堅持著,直等到她微微點一下頭,才讓她走。

回到宿舍把稿子打開來看,那顯然是原稿,沒有抄正過,但就算是草草撩下來的,本來就秀朗的字體依然從字裡行間散發著濃濃鬱鬱的憂情。在寂然的宿舍房間內,她讀著詩,不再忍住早該流下的眼淚......

冷雨飄落的深夜,他推著腳踏車在視聽教育館門外,等她做完功課出來,一下子閃到她身旁,冷不及防,她差點把抱著的書洒在地上。其實,他一直在館內離她不遠的位置上看她,生氣她怎麼可以做功課做到那麼晚。外面下著雨,那麼冷,她沒帶傘,沒外衣,啊!他怎麼可以放心她?從這裡走回宿舍至少要二十分金鐘,她一個女孩子,那麼粗心大意!如果我是壞人,她不就已經......。

兩個人都沒雨傘,走在細雨裡,中間隔了他的腳踏車,和一堆理不清,剪不斷的纏繞。他們分開之後,這是他第四次找她,問她能不能跟他繼續下去。

他說:「不能忘記妳。」

她再一次拒絕了。她仍然深愛著他,她從沒如此愛過。但是她不能答應他。他認為稀鬆平常的,正是她的執著。

她說:「不會忘記你。」

那一刻,他知道要永遠失去她,她知道不會再這樣愛。
那一刻,沉默轟然大響,冷雨隨髮絲滴到她抱著書本的手背。
那一刻,眼前未嘗如此黑暗過。


   心  在  為  妳  哭





日子無聊
啃噬無辜的生命
像浩瀚穹蒼
心靈是水
雲聚於天際
低低壓著
陽光是它的反叛者
大地濕潤了
掛上一幅珠簾子
風過處
吹開一頁心扉
讓妳看看
滿滿一泓
淚水





信    

灰灰的天
伴着柔柔的風
送來綠色的鵓鴿
咀含白色的華箋
投進我紅色的
跳動的信箱
風靜了
吹不起一葉枯楓
飄到妳無息的
﹣﹣新巢



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一夜無眠

枕邊堆積多少愁
香煙繚繞
薰醉幾許未寐人
碧潭河畔
枯草冷伴我對月嗟嘆
我與星星說再見
我與潭水說再見
我與枯草說再見
我與她說再見
不!
我們不再有再見
破曉前的一刻
眼前未嘗如此黑暗過

Friday, January 20, 2012

A beautiful love song



A man who feels this way about a woman is not disillusioned, a great love song written with reality in mind, not just the fuzzy stuff.  I try not to insert spiritual or theological meanings to the lyrics, especially the last couple of stanzas, it's simply how a man feels about a woman he deeply loves.

I was a bit surprised by the singer, his voice sounded to me like a man with long flowing hair and misty blue eyes, but he turns out to be a half balded guy with not so good acting ability.  The original writer and singer, though, is really cool.



She
Maybe the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She
Maybe the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
Maybe the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She
Maybe the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She
Maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
Maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

Thursday, January 19, 2012

要「不在」才能「在」

昨晚八點還沒到就鑽進被窩裡,很喜歡捲在被窩的感覺,掀開被子的一刻,總令我像小孩子般打從心底裡笑出來。工作了一整天,實在累了,但又不是睡覺的時候。電視太吵,講話又要動腦筋,甚麼都不想做,就只想閒閒的躺著,尋找那一點點寧息。

愛講話的人不明白不愛講話的人,愛講話的人問不愛講話的人在想甚麼,不愛講話的人說:「沒在想甚麼。」愛講話的人不信,怎麼可能不在想甚麼?眼神迷離,靈魂像出了竅似的,一定在想甚麼,也許是不可告人的「甚麼」?我思故我在,不思故不在,難道不愛講話的人「不在」了?是的,不愛講話的人就需要「不在」的片刻,「不在」的自由,時刻都要「在」,很辛苦呢!人其實都需要一些「不在」的時間,世間充斥著太多太多事、物、人,只有在「不在」的空間裡,才看得見自己,容得下自己。

心靈的寧謐不需要去海邊山林才能尋見,每天若能進入寧靜的空間,稍作停留,那怕只有片刻,就足以為心靈創造一點一滴的能量,再次面對世界,再去「在」。