Have you ever felt or thought that, there are consequences of reading books.

Reading books and chanting poems! Have you seen people, leaving others alone because they narrated something to them? Something which was very important toward them and quite useless to listener.

People who are old and young, and the others, who are also old and young. Breathing, alive!

There are dangerous of reading, you better learn this. Reading newspaper, reading books, and blogs like this one. Sometimes, a mis-read from a medical book kills someone. Someone is dead just because someone didn’t read well. Someone ignored something and a living human is no more alive.

And, poems! Do you chant poems? Who listens you? The fans! Do they hear your heartbeat too? None or a few…

Chant this one and narrate it to yourself everyday to find out how dangerous is reading; reading anything.

 Don’t read books!
 Don’t chant poems!
 When you read books your eyeballs wither away
 leaving the bare sockets.
 When you chant poems your heart leaks out slowly
 with each word.
 People say reading books is enjoyable.
 People say chanting poems is fun.
 But if your lips constantly make a sound
 like an insect chirping in autumn,
 you will only turn into a haggard old man.
 And even if you don’t turn into a haggard old man,
 it’s annoying for others to have to hear you.

 It’s so much better
 to close your eyes, sit in your study,
 lower the curtains, sweep the floor,
 burn incense.
 It’s beautiful to listen to the wind,
 listen to the rain,
 take a walk when you feel energetic,
 and when you’re tired go to sleep.

Penned by Chinese poet Yang Wan Li in the 12th century, translated by Jonathan Chaves.