Wipe away your tears and learn to laugh through pain; To engross yourself in life’s suffering will cause you to wither away. Like dews, tears mostly fall during dark moments, Yet they refresh life with the hope there will be a new day. Take bad things and make them laugh That’s what the people of … More Tragicomedy
Lies are confidants of truth. Everyone at some point in life confides in lies to protect his or her most vulnerable truth. Like the atmosphere which protects the earth from external harm, lies were initially used by humans to protect us from being harmed by external forces–other humans. Mother Nature gave us lies to use … More Speaks
I I am imagination; I stretch so far beyond the senses That no one dares to believe I am real. For the human eyes wear myopic lenses, Making the essence of who I’m difficult to reveal. Though ignorance surrounds me like fences, My truth extends beyond the limits of the mind. So follow me and … More Imagination
Man more resembles the image of an iceberg than the image of a god, with most of his mind submerged in the unknown subconsciousness and only the surface of his body is visible to his eyes. Like an iceberg, man is a partly known yet mostly unknown being. Even the image of his own face … More Blind spots.
Once while I was gathering the pieces of a broken promise, I heard one of the pieces whispered to the rest and said: “Every piece of broken promise is a mirror of a broken heart. For sure, we’re the reflection of this man hurt.” “Though we’re the reflection of his broken heart, we’re not the … More The pieces of a broken promise.
Crossroads are the main roads on the journey of life, Where the destinies of strangers intersect And intimate ties shatter in search of other prospects. Every few miles on the road of life lies a crossroad, where destiny always pulls me one way, and freewill pulls me another, While fear holds me back, for paths … More Crossroad
The hands of time had held me from conception; I knew the corrosive touch of time before I even knew the caring touch of my mother. To be held by the hands of time is to be held by death, for time is death working in slow motion. Every day since my birth the hands … More Wrestling with time.
Once born the man, but the self has many births. Life is a gestational journey that takes us through different states of self; it never allows us to live the same self throughout our journey in life. For life’s experiences are postnatal wombs, where birth is a continual cycle of new beginnings. Crucible experiences give … More The many births of self
Through the lens of desire comes the imperfect view of perfection. For perfection to many is an incomplete existence, where life is limited to only desirable experiences. But existence is the perfect mixture of desirable and undesirable experiences with a touch of indifference that never allows the universe to tilt either way. To the narrow … More The imperfect view of perfection.
Withered meadows come to life, Sticking out Blades of green grass from the earth Like the heads of groundhogs with the coming of spring. Spring awakes Mother Earth from her winter slumber, Enlivening her with the refreshing aura it brings; Her foliage brightened with colours as beautiful as the rainbow, Her mood lightens like a … More Spring
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