Monday, April 11, 2005

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

Sunday, March 20, 2005

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

Monday, February 14, 2005

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

Thursday, February 03, 2005

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.

Thursday, January 27, 2005

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

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

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

Tuesday, December 28, 2004

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

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

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

Saturday, October 30, 2004

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