coming out of breathlessness

Tattling of the Hidden Bricks

2010-12-15T19:35:00.004+08:00

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The universe seemed to move in perfect harmony--

the wind caressing the soil, the water tickling the fire.

But in this silent festivity, mistrust had betrayed.

It had crept into the palace, unbeknownst to anyone.

How quickly did the dagger stain the granite floor!

The crimson ink instantaneously wrote the tragedy onto the polished stones.

The murderer fled and led himself lost in the labyrinth of lies.

Haunted by guilt, comforted by denial,

he dug deep into the ground.

His relentless desire to escape was rewarded--

forgiven but not forgotten

by the bricks in the darkness.

walking beyond the road less traveled

2010-03-18T17:58:00.005+08:00

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The clear night sky compelled my attention--
full moon beaming at its finest and stars dazzling as ever.
The dry breeze played a sonata
as it was accompanied by the tapping of the leaves.
Serenity bragged tranquility all over the place.

What a complete mockery!

In my mind, chaos best portrayed the pause of a nanosecond.
Oh, nothing but a series of unfortunate events seemed to be a pleasant respite
to a man who has chosen to walk beyond the road less traveled--
where no one, not even a few, has dared tread.
Was this anger? Was this loneliness? Or was it plain fear?

I closed my eyes and opened my heart.

And in that so familiar place,
i found Passion;
i found Companionship;
i found Trust.
Finally, I saw beauty in the still of the night.

The Ultimate Submission

2010-02-22T08:42:00.000+08:00

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that acquainted wind found me once again
blowing on my face, causing my eyes to shut, taking away my soul for a treat,
caressing, calming, chiding me
to momentarily take a dip in my fountain of strength.

everything became surreal but oddly familiar.

it looked like the sun too had been kinder-- warmer than it was yesterday,
bathing me with an unusual attention,
purging and purifying my heart-- causing pain, nonetheless, bringing comfort.

by this time, resisting the splendor of the sea was impossible.

the tides invited me to reunite with them-- begging in chorus for company,
pulling me away from the shore, farther by the second,
till i could barely touch the powdery sand beneath.

as i struggled to survive, life reminded me how it turned out--
much better than i prayed for.
yes, 'twas too early of a call
but i knew it was time to let my final breath escape
and leave you nothing but an assuring smile.

cry out your grief if you must
but remember to rejoice and sing praises
even after my ashes have come to rest
in the pristine blue where it rightfully belongs.

at long last, i'm blissfully home.