transient are our moments together

discovery

Getting to know each other
Studying every nuance
every tone
and shade
in each other's eyes

Takes time

Takes courage

One to gaze

The other to hold

Getting to know each other

Learning each other's language
the Words
and the Silence in between
Takes patience

Takes understanding

One to speak freely

The other to listen filter-free

Getting to know each other

God willing,
will take a Lifetime and more.

~r

evanesence

transient are our moments together
both charmed by the alchemy
of the unknown and nouveou
our time fragmented
by the medley of chatter and silence
movement and flight
and the magic slip by
like sand through fingers
~r

what is it about you?

your presence
and I -
I forget
how lonely it is
to wake up alone
what is it -
your smile
stops my heart beat
your nearness
takes my breath away
your eyes steals my soul
and you take it all home
~r

of kisses and misses

And I am not blogging about the ones I get from my godson, nieces and nephews... those kisses are sweet and make me feel extremely good). I am blogging about the ones that make me feel BAD.. in a good way. So what makes it a kiss and what makes it a miss?

Sigh, the wonders of a KISS, one that makes you just want to grab the other person and do nasty things to them... and more.And a "Miss", is when the anticipation of that kiss gives you so much more pleasure than the kiss itself.
Then there are those in between ... the MISS gets better with a few more tries.. And then there are those that after a few tries.. turns the miss to a hiss.
What makes a good kiss? There re more than 2 million sites discussing "good kisses". Awesome! My own theory is that that there are some important features of a good kiss (besides the obvious ones like - no bad breath, no collision of teeth, no slobbering or drooling (unless you re 2 years and below!)... and these are my personal preferences:
a) confidence with a sprinkle of uncertainty - not too much hesitation, a lil purposeful - with one aim of enjoying the physical intimate contact
b) playful - kissing is SO much fun with occasional shared laughter in between
c) moist lips ... again, NOT slobbery or drooling
d) firm lips - lips too soft dont quite do the trick
e) a lil bit of tongue ... and not before the lips meet
f) a lil bit of nibbling... BUT not eating of the whole face!

Of course it'll be perfect if you re kissing some one you absolutely adore.. but what happens when the one you adore is a MISS ... i was told to keep on trying... sometimes practice helps. .. and i found out some times it does NOT. So, what s a good kiss for you?

one year ahead

one year ahead
and things have changed
yet feels the same
i am no less happy
relieved
having known myself
better
having accepted
my flaws and limitations
yet now even more
eager than usual
to explore new space
i am blessed!

madness

obsession, distraction, confusion,
compassion, kindness, acceptance
what is new?

here before
smiling,
playing,
lifting lids,
cautious start,
opened up,
just to chat,
not to stay,
sinking dread,
running scared.

always dancing,
never romancing,
fool to leave,
mind to make,
chains will break.

~r

F.U.C.K.

This is hilarious. Kudos to the person who came up with the punchline!

F.U.C.K is an acronym that means Fornication Under the Consent of King. Because in the past to get married in England you had to get Royal Approval. So the real proposal for marriage was "Will You Fuck Me?".

it s a momentary thing

I do not know
if anything ever lasts
would this moment
be a faded memory
in a distant past
only thing i know
this moment
this rush
like the quiet before a storm
makes me feel alive
and i will live it
... every second of it.

~r

For a new friend, even if we don't date

When you approach me
i want you
to make it easy for me
i want you
to know that i get you
i want you
to know that when i don't
i will listen & try to understand

When you are with me
i want you
to be yourself, truly you
i want you
to be free to express your thoughts
feelings dreams everything

At all times
i want you
to be confident that when you are vulnerable
i will not hurt you
i want you
to know that you can take my hand
because it has been extended
i want you
to know that you are welcomed
t0 play in my sand box with me
rain or shine

All because
i want you
to be nearer
i want you
close enough
to hear my heart beat
to know that i am equally
wanting to be the same
with you.

~ R

degeneration

the very essence of the planet
modified into a factory of the fetish,
anything and everything
into vehicles for desires
accept this
our nihilistic
self-destructive nature
weaving elaborate webs
of lies and self-deception
building bastions of beliefs
with no support
and no reason for following.

~r

cracks

Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.

--Leonard Cohen

We are all flawed, but only in our flaws is His grace made perfect.

of cobwebs on the world wide web

i just logged on this afternoon - and it's been some time since i last blogged. i blame it on work - new office, on my new passion - my home and facebook.
made a new friend yesterday - and he blogs dilligently - on food, diving, cars and his dog, coco. and he got me started on berry chat! thanks jules.

wasted

wishes whispered to the wind
carried away unheard
messages boldly written
hidden then lost
my colours on canvas
i frowned upon
my art and song
i said was wrong
the stars within my palm
i cared not to see
dream wings clipped
before they could fly
and i laughed as i tried not to cry.
~r

insomia

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
~Rumi

March for peace

The Burmese monks’ peace chant
got a hold on me, and I can't shake it off...
The peaceful march and protest FOR justice,
ending in violence and death.
Some things ARE worth fighting for
Some things ARE worth dying for.
The world should resonate with the monks in the chant:
This should be added a new mantra,
a new beautitude. It is for me. ~ R

This is what should be done
By one who is skilled in goodness
Having glimpsed the state of perfect peace,
Let them be able, honest and upright,
Gentle in speech, meek and not proud.

Contented and easy to support,
With few duties, and simple in living.
Tranquil their senses, masterful and modest,
without greed for supporters
Also, let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove.
Let them cultivate the thought:
May all be well and secure,
May all beings be happy
Whatever living creatures there be,
Without exception, weak or strong,
Long, huge or middle-sized,
Or short, minute or bulky

Whether visible or invisible,
And those living far or near,
The born and those seeking birth,
May all beings be happy

Let none deceive another
Or despise any being in any state;
Let none wish others harm
In resentment or in hate.
Just as with her own life
A mother shields her child,
her only child, from hurt
Let all-embracing thoughts
For all beings be yours.

Cultivate a limitless heart of goodwill
For all throughout the cosmos,
In all its height, depth and breadth --
Love that is untroubled
And beyond hatred or enmity.

As you stand, walk, sit or lie,
So long as you are awake,
Pursue this awareness with your might:
It is deemed the Divine Abiding- here and now.

Holding no more to wrong views,
A pure-hearted one, having clarity
of vision, being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world.

Evolution of Dance

blind spot

we travel
not exactly
together
occasional chance meetings
most times
you re in my blind spot.

~r

reminder

I am reminded time & again

what I thought was real wasn't real at all

nothing is quite as it is told

it is definitely not how it is sold

& you stand there wanting more from me
the more I see the more I learn
the less i wish to try
i really have to say goodbye

everything come to pass
some times what was
is not what is
and what is
is not quite what you expected it to be

There was a 'there & then'
and
there is a 'here & now'

there's you

and
there's me
there's no we.

~r

Bear of Little Brain

When you are a Bear
of Very Little Brain,
and you Think of Things,
you find sometimes
that a Thing which seemed
very Thingish inside you
is quite different
when it gets out into the open
and has other people looking at it.

W. T. Pooh (A. A. Milne)

you kissed me goodnight

I've forgotten the tone
forgotten the tune,
But that's okay
-you kissed me goodnight.
The rythm returned
it beats along with my heart
no rhyme or logic
But that's okay
-you kissed me goodnight

with one touch,
one dip,
one sip
one slide
i slid
and reluctantly
said goodnite.

~r

emptied

pushkin 1821

I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleanings of an empty heart.
The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb-
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come.
Thus on a naked tree-limb,
blasted
By tardy winter's whistling chill,
A single leaf which has outlasted
Its season will be trembling still.

2 evils

If you must choose between two evils,
pick the oneyou've never tried before.

all heart

add the ticks minus the crosses
weigh the pros against the cons
SWOT it! this won't help
for it's a case of all heart
and no head.
~r

what????

Live like there is no tomorrow - is that supposed to be depressing or what?!!

for a change

always, much time spent
thinking, analysing, rationalising,
- for a change
i like to have the adventures
without insurance
without standby band aids
without a safety-net
no underwriting,
no guarantees,
no indemnities.
- just courage
- just reckless abandonment.
~r

sing with me... beautiful day

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out
It was a beautiful day!
Don't let it get away
Beautiful day.
~U2

who are you

Who are you?
A non-believer
with the right moves
beautiful reptilian creature
your veins can never hold
the heat I so willingly yield to you
your soul cannot fathom
the depth of that which was offered
and so shyly given
~r

the catch

I do not want to be free:
Captivate me.

~r

the touch

the touch of the wings of love
comes freely,
lightly,
unexpectedly
not the ordinary,
not the common,
not the garden variety
amidst the breathing and movement of day-to-day
clouded by the frenzy of the trivia
one light momentary touch,
and the wings take flight again,
even before the blessed
registers the grace bestowed
its fleeting touch
leaves its mark for a lifetime
and beyond.
~r

half empty

how do you,
a soul with a glass
forever half empty
you with an iced cubed heart
spill over my space
with words, gestures
to fill my thristing soul?~r

my love letter

my love letter
comes not from templates
made easy
and free at a click
my love letter
comes from dreams
hard to hold
with memories of yesterday
with wishes for tomorrow
and
feelings of a million fleeting moments
merging together
to make a lifetime.

~r

i'm not that into you

"
We're friends, that's all",
you gave me that line
and simply i nodded my head.
"But of course!" - I bit my lips.
For that's when the game began:
"I'm not that into you"
reciting that in my head.
"There's probably another you
on another plane
who won't play games
and catch an old friend
in her folly and dreams".

Being friends would suffice.
i would curb my dream
for more
i underestimated me..
and
i underestimated you.

really, i'm more than one of boys:
you're comfortable with me
perfectly candid
and honest about
your most random
deepest and most profound thoughts.
you can be yourself.
this bit of intimacy we share
will not be misunderstood
you need not worry...
i am not that into you.
~r

to the self be true

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
-Dr. Seuss

to be

to wander
.......to dance
............to fly
................to be
so bright
so bold
so free
to see....
to find........
to do..........
to live
a life so full
so wild
so free

~r

playground of yesterday

so
here i am
once more
in the playground of words
selfpenned
a different experience
a new entry in a diary
overdosed
on ramblings and sentiments
abandoning the old toys
in my playground of yesterday

~r

another translation - Pushkin 1829

I loved you;
and perhaps I love you still,
The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished;yet
It burns so quietly within my soul,
No longer should you feel distressed by it.
Silently and hopelessly I loved you,
At times too jealous and at times too shy.
God grant you find another who will love you
As tenderly and truthfully as I.

Really?

The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.-Pearl S. Buck

laughter

What is the survival value of the involuntary simultaneous contraction of fifteen facial muscles associated with certain noises which are often irrepressible? Laughter is a reflex, but unique in that it serves no apparent biological purpose; one might call it a luxury reflex. — Arthur Koestle

christian & me

mystery

We may one day unlock all the physical secrets of life.
We may eventually decipher the miracles of the universe,
raise the principles of science and the musings of philosophy to unknown horizons.
We may banish ignorance on a galactic scale,
but no matter how far we travel,
or what wonders we create,
we will never fully comprehend that which defines our humanity.

We will never penetrate the sublime mystery of the heart,
and nor should we.
Unlike baby milk or the speed of light,
Love will never be reduced to formula.
It will be fated as the eternal irony.

forgotten

forgotten
how everything reflected
in the ocean
is twice as brilliant
the smell and taste of salt water
the lapping and caress of waves
the hair all tangled in sea water,
breathing one with the breeze,
swimming, sliding
-the blue, the silver, the rainbow colours ...

~r

a glimpse

once in a while
i glimpse another part of me
in a stranger's eyes
and so the game begins
the smile,
inviting challenging,
the touch, sparkling
the sensous tingling
the pulse,
becoming the sound of drums
the hunger, once satisfied,
returns again a million times stronger
and
the flame - burns
too bright too soon
sizzles and dies.

crowded rooms

in crowded rooms
i search for you
but when i catchyour dear familar eyes
i turn away
for fear the world may see
the love
i never could disguise

pushkin "I loved you so" 1829

i have loved you so,
and may just love you still;
and for awhile
the feeling may remain..
but let this give you not one moment's spilled
i'd never want to cause you any pain.
i have loved you hopelessly,
and yet so dearly,
the shyness,
the anxiety
- tho' in vain
- made up a love so tender,
so true,
i pray
God grant you
may be so well loved again.

don't understand

dont understand the need for drug and drink
to make the dawn
seem even more enchanting -
or
a sunset
outlive its moment of perfection
when the beauty God has created
is always enough
~r

maturity

"Maturity is the ability to do a job whether or not you are supervised, to carry money without spending it, and to bear an injustice without wanting to get even".-Ann Landers

2 out of 3 - not too bad! ;-)

mattter of the heart

It is a matter of the heart after all
But we have spoken of it
so many times before
It has costs so much already
- must it cost more?
How much more must it take away
And who shall bear such cost
Seemingly only an act
- difficult to remember
difficult not to do
But perhaps only seemingly difficult
An act grown large for the price which has had to be paid
So what ought I do now
Do I make silence my companion
For when a tree falls in the forests
and there are no ears to hear
there is no noise any way
Perhaps it is of little consequence
after all - it is only a matter of the heart.

~r

lost and found

my spirit searching
in its lonely state
the numbing pain
my constant mate
nothing to show
but some thing to gain
an emptied soul
in a thirsty world
the light kindled
burning slow
new life evolving
feel changed
but still the same
not who i was
but who i am

~r

trinklets

trinkets
just pieces of metal
may have been worth
far more before
when soldered
with matters of the heart
yet, when the heart is cold
and empty
when it matters no more
and that which was before
is no longer
what remain are only
pieces of trinkets
just pieces of metal.


~r

is that love?

"The passion that kindled the spirit, the emotions that goes uncontrolled, sexuality exploration. Is it love? Touching and nurturing? Yes, it is a sign of love. Any irresponsible acts are not by love but urge to feel and experience, consummation until there's no fire left. And they always bounce back, the hurt. Love is warm not fiery. Love is not overly but wisely given. Love is not an individual thing. Love is not sex but union. Love is not marriage but blessing. Love is learning to like what you don't like, a compromise. Every children born needs love. Every man and woman needs love. This world will be better, if we learn how to love". (written by Nikki on "The Art of Sutra" found at http://modri.blogspot.com/

Is that Love, what is Love? At 37, I am still asking that question, yet i know, Love cannot be reduced to a formula like powdered milk or theorems we oft forget after awhile..May be, like LIFE, what is needed for LOVE is not the intellectual exercise of synthesizing of it but the Living and the Loving - It's all EXPERIENCIAL.

of convenience and little consequence

This is the season of Love.
I know some one who does not believe in Love.
It must be very difficult to live a life without believing in Love.
You cannot not believe if you have known ... that must mean my friend has not known Love.
Or is it just a reason or excuse, just a simple matter of convenience with little consequence.
I had hoped that my gift could wash over his shell
- and touch something...
I was wrong.
Perhaps all there is,
is just the shell.


~r

arriving

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me - the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods -
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house - , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate in the evening...

~ rilke

masquerade

beautiful creatures
behind sequined masks
and colourful feathers
one enchanting mystery night
some partly disguised
some partly hidden
veiled in a crowded glitterati
allowing anonymity
the perfect accessory
to the love of transgression
when a different persona
begins to perform
a new dance
the question is
which is real
what is pretense?
~r

my world belonged to me,
no easy surrender,
yet a higher wisdom
a better being by far
stays with me
- tonight I feel lost but never alone,
the emptiness only time could' ve shown
- You make my life You are my life,
my strength all along
I screwed up and have done You wrong,
i wont blame You if you don't forgive me,
i accused You when I couldn't see,
yet knowing
all the while You love me
- my world has ceased to turn right without You,
With You i lose my will to fight surrendering my heart.

~r

ART

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others-Vincent Van Gogh

civil rights to human rights

"It is necessary for us to realize that we have moved from the era of civil rights to the era of human rights. When you deal with human rights you are not dealing with something clearly defined in the Constitution. They are rights that are clearly defined by the mandates of a humanitarian concern."- Martin Luther King Jr., assassinated April 4, 1968.

acceptance

Acceptance - is not just tolerating - it's celebrating our family and friends - appreciating who they are - giving lots of space for them to be free to be who they are and plenty courage to develop and change, even if the changes are not to our liking because we prefer the status quo or some quirky idea of what we feel "should be". nothing is as it "should be" - it just is. i celebrate you, my family and friends. and especially, a big kissy huggy welcome to this wonderful strange world, lil Ana Choi, born 1.1.2005! You are already a delight to your aunties and uncles, grand ma and grand pa, not to mention your anxious first time parents! what a wonderful start to 2005!!!~ r

limitations

Argue for your limitations and sure enough they're yours-Richard Bach

feeling is first

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers.
Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other:
then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

~ e e cummings

fortress

i built my little fortress
made of memories
cemented by scars
with you...it took a bit more time than expected
a little over six years?
and now a decade later
and the fortress stands tall

The story of Terri Schiavo

Terri Schiavo was a mentally disabled young woman. Her birth father was granted right to end her life, notwithstanding protest from her mother and stepfather, parents willing to take care of their disabled daughter. The birth father had long before moved on to another life and family.
Terri Schiavo was severely mentally disabled but was not dying. So now we get to decide to end the lives of similarly disabled people, even children, whose mental capacities greatly diminish their quality of life?? Some one puts it so clearly, "the issue is not their quality of life, but the ethical quality of our society." What is happening to the human race? Have we so degenrated that we terminate a life when it no longer enjoys the quality we decide it should? Mercy killing is another word for murder?

the game

once in a while
i glimpse another part of me
in a stranger's eyes
and so the game begins
the smile,
inviting challenging,
the touch,
sparkling the sensous tingling
the pulse,
becoming the sound of drums
the hunger,
once satisfied,
returns again a million times stronger
and the flame -
burns too bright too soon sizzles and dies. ~r

the difficult path

the difficult path
to meet grief and despair
is to realise that dreams and hopes
grow only by onslaughts
of the initiation of the soul to Endings
and to be silent - listening to the sacred songs
songs that hold the secrets of the soul

the difficult path
to meet grief and despair
is to accept the spinning of fate
and the turning of time
and to open the door
take the step into the Unknown
dancing to the rythmn and the lead of Fate.

~r

Paris

Alone
in a crowded city built on romance
What am I supposed to do?
Should I stay and wait for you?
What am I supposed to do?
Should I go and look for you?
What am I supposed to do?
Screaming out, break the silence
and empty this void for you?
~r

is love a delusion?

"Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another" ~ quote of day on Bangsar Bodega's board

3 comments (not doing a Carrie Bradshaw here):
1. Love oftentimes IS a delusion (illusion, even and for some of us elusion) . OR is it lovers who are often times deluded? I read somewhere that one only knows if it's truly LOVE (with capital L, O, V and E) on hindsight, years and years later, after its tried and tested. For the present, it s very much a gamble or an act of faith - love or delusion?
2. That comment is hilarious! I think it s a cynical stupid remark (am I sounding too judgmental?). There are no 2 identical women. Even twins differ. And WOMEN - we take pride in our diversity... in fact, no one woman remains the same one minute to another .. it's a SO female trait - we are fickle!
3. If all women were the same, then life is so much easier for men - no more search for the elusive "IT- girl", no issues with commitment, fidelity and insecurities. BLISS.

I am getting back to work... p.s "delusion" also defined in the Oxford English Ref dictionary as " a symptom or form of mental disorder" :-)

how?

Sleepless last night
Wake up in the morning
Flooded with day light
All the things I've dreamt
Repeating in my head
And I stare into emptiness
face to face with loneliness
What did I expect?
Did I see forever in you, my dream?
I never wanted it to hurt
I hope you're satisfied
I never was.
How can I miss
That which I never had
How can I forget
the dream which I never lived.

~r

sunny hague days

(a special mention of the hague and e.e cummings, i think will do justice
to the simple enchantment of the Hague)

" i thank You God
for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birth day of life and love and wings:
and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing
seeing breathing any-
lifted from the no of all nothing
- human merely being doubt unimaginably You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)".

~ e. e. cummings

of fire and ice

Some say
the world will end
in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted
of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction
ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


-Robert Frost

freedom?

From the beginning,
women have made men
pay for sex -
- a leg of wild boar, goldchains, marriage.
Now, their daughters give it away,
call it freedom!
~Hilary Tham

love?

"Love is a joint experience between two persons
- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.
There are the lover and the beloved,
but these two come from different countries.
Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto.
And somehow every lover knows this.
He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing.
He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer."
~steven mitchell

mystery of the heart

We may one day unlock all the physical secrets of life.
We may eventually decipher
the miracles of the universe,
raise the principles of science
and the musings of philosophy
to unknown horizons.
We may banish ignorance
on a galactic scale,
but no matter how far we travel,
or what wonders we create,
we will never fully comprehend
that which defines our humanity.
We will never penetrate the sublime mystery of the heart,
and nor should we.
Unlike baby milk or the speed of light,
Love will never be reduced to formula.
It will be fated as the eternal irony.

~spink

bitter love

Bitter love, a violet with its crown
of thorns in a thicket of spiky passions,
spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come
to conquer my soul? What via dolorosa* brought you?

Why did you pour your tender fire
so quickly over my life's cool leaves?
Who pointed the way to you? What flower,
what rock, what smoke showed you where I live?

Because the earth shook - it did -, that awful night
then dawn filled all the gobblets with its wine;
the heavenly sun declared itself;

while inside, a ferocious love wound around
and around me - till it pierced me with its thorns, its sword,
slashing a seared road through my heart.

(Pablo Neruda Sonnet III)

(* via dolorosa: way of suffering - the legendary road Christ was supposed to have taken and forced to carry his heavy cross naked after being tortured throughout the night)

miracles

Sermon topic : Why do we need miracles?
My lesson: To love Him for His Person and not what He can do for me.
Having God in my life is more than enough.
Can I utter my daily prayers without asking for anything for myself?
That will be a challenge especially at this time.
What i will ask is for His Will be done and leave it at that, with trust that He knows best.

One of the secrets of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody, everything, every night before you go to bed.-Bernard M. Baruch
It's not so much for a long and fruitful life for me- it's more so for restful sleeps at night. Been tossing the past few evenings - my mini emotional tsunami - not from all the excitement of Christmas - more so of realising how fallible and undiscerning i can be with matters of the heart. Albeit it's Christmas, and it's a season for giving - nothing can excuse my overspending matters of the heart. In the clear mindedness on Christmas morn, it's time to make amends of mistakes made. The visa of heart currencies afforded to a scrooge was withdrawn. I learn to forgive myself, the scrooge, and all the intentional wrongs or otherwise mistakes unintentional - and hopefully i will sleep with a smile and wake up with one soon enough. ~r

my choice

give me pain,
if that be the price of friendship,
tears
rather than the cold distain for love
i rather be
laughing and hurting
than be a dweller of grave and tombs.
~ r

agenda

"The love of people is at the same time a love for God. For when we love one, we necessarily love one's handiwork".- Judah Low

This almost marks the end of another year. 2004 has been eventful, filled with many challenges, touching moments, loving times, and some moving heart-tendering episodes. I hate endings and goodbyes. Then again, I love new beginnings - on Christmas morn, I took up a challenge from a friend to have Love my agenda for 2005. Tall order, but I am a believer - and so - yes, Love will be the agenda for 2005 for this girl. A parting gift - "any decision and action taken based on Love can never go too wrong". So, I hope you too will have Love on your agenda for 2005! ~r

matter of the heart

It is a matter of the heart
after all
But we have spoken of it
so many times before
It has costs so much already
- must it cost more?
How much more must it take away
And who shall bear such cost
Seemingly only an act
- difficult to remember
difficult not to do
But perhaps only seemingly difficult
An act grown large
for the price which has had to be paid
So what ought I do now
Do I make silence my companion
For when a tree falls in the forests
and there are no ears to hear
there is no noise any way
Perhaps it is of little consequence
after all - it is only a matter of the heart.

~r

life

The book of life
beginswith pages
virginal and clean,
proclaiming innocence
yet strangely tempting
to the childish mind
behind the unformed handt
o make its presence felt
and leave a mark
to show where it has been
-and as we write upon the pages
each life unfolds as stories lived
and written by us all,
of drama,
mystery or
comedy
of heroes,
villains
and adventurers
some written with a carefree flourish
some neatly following the lines,
and others in a careless scrawl
-No matter if our book
is short or long,
or if it is remembered down the years,
we must expect
that even in the happiest of fairy tales,
there will always be some chapters
blank with boredom
-there will always be some pages
smudged with tears .....

~Nan Witcomb