LIAN-HUA1In your garden, the spirit
may roam freely
it will allow the searose to bloom
but for a moment only.
The searose will yield a sweet flower
even if it comes from the mire
it will not be sullied
it will try not to be
otherwise, it will disrupt the order of things
and casts a shadow in the darkness.
Lian-hua, it is not meant to be.
2Why should i
in a moment of passion
disrupt the order of things?
i have cast the shadow in the darkness
forgetting lian-hua
i ventured into the danger zone
in a spirit of freedom
in an effort to create my own morality.
Should i be asking you
to break the silence
and bring me peace?
maybe for now
no words could heal
the wounds of illusion
that brought this sense of guilt.
The images stay afloat:
of a sea of fire,
of orange particles of sand,
of giant waves ...
Can burnt offerings appease the god
or pay for the wages of sin?
maybe, not in this lifetime.
In this journey
where am I?
3Today, she will kiss the shadow goodbye
what does it matter if some nights
were shattered by the thoughts of you.
Those were the nights she thought she loved you.
She looked at the sky and listened to its secrets
she dared the wind to blow the unspeakable
to reveal the undisguised you.
It was not enough -- that bond of affection
did not keep you from roaming freely
your search did not end with one.
Hush! The nights were shattered then
it doesn't matter now.
She no longer loves you, that's certain
or, perhaps, she never loved you at all.
LIFE CAN BE SO FRAGILEThis month alone i attended quite a number of wakes --- wakes of relatives, colleagues, loved ones of colleagues, loved ones of close friends. And within this span of time, it has dawned on me --- life is really that fragile. It is like a loose thread that may snap out any moment. No one can hold on to dear life, or bargain for a moratorium. Alive today, a goner tomorrow! In the end, it is death that triumphs --- the destiny of everyone.
Abby has a point in telling me --- 24 years at the most ... this could probably be the maximum, precious time I may get to enjoy or share with someone. How sad! Or, this estimate could run lesser than ten years. This is more sad!
Given this mindshift, I should now enjoy the moment as I was inclined in the past. The future is nebulous. I have learned this: no matter how carefully we map out or plan our destiny, the control is not ours. As life happens, so does death!
Excerpts from Only Love Is Real : A Story of Soulmates Reunited by Brian L. M.D. Weiss"There is someone special for everyone. Often there are two or three or even four. They come from different generations. They travel across oceans of time and the depths of heavenly dimensions to be with you again. They come from the other side, from heaven. They look different, but your heart knows them. Your head may interfere: "I do not know you." Your heart knows. "
He may not recognize you, even though you have finally met again, even though you know him. You can feel the bond. You can see the potential, the future. But he does not. His fears, his intellect, his problems keep a veil over his heart's eyes. He does not let you help him sweep the veil aside. You mourn and grieve, and he moves on. Destiny can be so delicate.
Soul recognition may be immediate. A sudden feeling of familiarity, of knowing this new person at depths far beyond what the conscious mind could know. At depths usually reserved for the most intimate family members. Or even deeper than that. Intuitively knowing what to say, how they will react. A feeling of safety and a trust far greater than could be earned in only one day or one week or one month.
Soul recognition may be subtle and slow. A dawning of awareness as the veil is gently lifted. Not everyone is ready to see right away. There is a timing at work, and patience may be necessary for the one who sees first."
