O blue ocean! So alive

Blue ocean, violent emerald in the glorious sun
surging crowns of the purest white
spread upon water by invisible knives
even your turmoil is articulate craft

silver fish gymnastics to the aquatic orchestra
each seeking a moment of freedom in the sky
what unearthly splendor, such magnificent color
What are you not but proof of God Himself!

Just as the sea is hungry, i am insatiable to see it
wonders beheld from mans eyes by routine
are we not both brothers in Gods creation?
what holds your eyes from your hearts desire?

My heart longs for its forgotten dreams
energy rides upon my pulse, exploding
drowning in the eloquent violence
I feel the sea salt in my blood, my lips.

If paradise can out do this simple beauty
the doorway of death is a grand adventure.


Inspired by one afternoon in Dolphin View Cafe , and uncountable walks along the seaside.

Changes

a need for light created a spark, and the spark gave birth to thoughts.Thoughts bred ceaselessly and eventually leads to lighting a fire.Now that abundant light shows me where i am, i realize, i could have started this fire so much earlier had i not stopped to think.


Expect major changes to this blog quite soon, as today i decided that this blog sucks as it is now. I'm still not freely expressing myself, which is what this exercise is all about.

Art of life

Who should i believe, when the truth bearers argue
the truth is lost between ideals and reality.
All knowledge is biased, as the word itself
a million flowers fighting to burst from the same bud.

All that i know is that i do not know
what i need to know is what senses cannot uncover.
What else am i but myself, existing, alive, angry
my sword is the sheath of my soul defining me.

The art of death embodies living fully
to attain the mystic spirit of perfection,
to become the instrument of your instincts,
to tame the world to equal your savagery.

Without a map, without a guiding teacher
chaos sheds its earthly garments, inviting
to be conquered without visible light,
without thoughts to win or lose.

Its written in your blood, your fated hands
reaching for the cloudy pillow of sea gulls
to attain the means to uncover truth,
to taste freedom, to cry freedom.

Dance on the edge of sharpened steel
until truth could not be denied to you.
Tears and blood upon the wet sand-
the legacy of he who chose to know himself.


Inspired by the teachings and life of Miyamoto Musashi.

THIS POSTCARD BROKE MY HEART

I really cried and i couldnt believe it. I had stopped believing i could cry for years, but i did when i saw this. I guess all the sad and beautiful cards i saw made me edgy.

This is a postcard from postsecret.blogspot.com

I wonder how i would handle it if that happened to me- to lose a child while it was still a baby. I wonder if i would neatly fold away everything that bears it scent, however small and keep it with me forever even when everyone else started to forget...

Dinner with friends

today, i was struck by my friends
who all seemed so alive and so lost
they find laughter in hints of humor
i wonder why they laugh like they need to.

heavily laced with evocations of indecency
it tests our natural boundaries
passing pricks converted to smiles
as if acknowledging the evil inside us.

I was there smiling but was i really?
i felt i was sensing laughter echoing through hills
spicy aromas of exotic foods, clattering forks
while i was tasting the dawn dew of the forest.

they wear glowing transparent masks
being just successful, existing and happy
living on, as it may be their path
until they find their raison d'etre.


note: Dinner at Thai Wok.

New Year

a transparent mark on a straight line of time, it means nothing yet it is a measure of everything.Its another like the one before, but nothing like it all the same.

Wish for happiness? Why ask for another's wish when u can achieve it yourself.

I wont wish, but i will pray for you.