…. is my life goal.
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free…
March 2018 – Bali, Indonesia
And she sang.
Perhaps she’d never stop,
for it was rather freeing, this blissful,
empowered place where she was nothing
– but rhythm and resonance.
She embodies all the melancholy of autumn.
She has learned to cherish;
with mournful tenderness,
a past she dares not remember …
It is the night sea journey,
the lone fisherman on a tropical sea with his nets, and let these nets down
– sometimes, something tears through them that leaves them in shreds and he just rows for shore, and put his head under his bed and pray.
Scars are but evidence of life.
Evidence of choices to be learned from…
evidence of wounds…
wounds inflicted of mistakes…
wounds they choose
to allow the healing of.
They likewise choose to see them,
that they may not make the same mistakes again.
She turns around and saw him right underneath the shadow of his own,
like a mirror reflected herself.
With the whole universe in his mind
he’s looking afar.
In the midst of the ruin, she tries to embrace the chaotic beauty of his world.
It was then, he has become …
her greatest asset.
Yes, she chooses to stay,
only if he’s willing.
Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.
February 2019 – Sabah, Malaysia