Jacket potato with butter. Hazelnut-flavoured latte. And a piece of world history paper. What do these add up to? A dinner in the midst of a musical storm.
Oh the first
It rained ice.. It snowed!
From inside the Arts Centre, the view is a new one. With a sultana muffin at hand, and hot chocolate to keep warm, i dreaded the journey back home..
Oh.
Seasons change, as do hearts.
Norm is the one while the other surprises.
Cosmos-part and always have been.
All there is to it is pray that it’d intriguing.
Caerdydd
Knowledge does not come in any one and only form. Though i wasn’t able to grasp the very thing i set my eyes upon, i gained much more in its stead. Yea, the travel with the inner-self opened the gates locked for a while. Now, the scorn for some things have been lifted. Now, there is a bridge.
History. Now. You.
.
What does the heart desire? Have you been true to yourself…
What is the awakening? Have you been true to yourself…
What have you sealed? Have you been true to yourself…
Hearts that sing
Lend me your voice
Memory that shelters
Lend me your faith
And eyes that understand
Deliver me from the dark
Oh
Laughter and warmth
though
Tears dropped
with intimacy, in secrecy
…
Set me free.
Still
Realization came to me this morning. One that i wasn’t aware of, though telltales of it did come to me almost a week ago. The burden which is now taken by others to help fulfill, in the name of togetherness for the sake of achieveing a greater good. But why do people think so lightly of the things of priority i wonder. Have history not shown how a man with such leadership skills falter with negligence? Have yesteryears not teach us how a craft wonderful be destroyed by its own maker? Confusion cloaks me at this point of reality.
Have i missed something to understand the cause of this great influx of camaraderie? Experience may have taught me something that others interpret as another lesson entirely. Experience gave me the chance to wield power that was hard to restrain. Experience have shaped the now me.
Yet, maybe this is the very point of the developing fellowship. The fault of one’s experience to be mended by the healing prowess of a thousand others. The support that one require lest he would lose his drive for bliss.
I need time to think. I need time to analyze. I need time to break down and eventually recover myself. In these lands whose people have something to give to those whose hearts are ready to believe, i stand still. Let friends do as they wish. Let them be their own ideas.
In time, something will come out..
In time, it will manifest itself..
epyks
Ai, the string that connects, reflects the light of two hearts overjoyed with meeting one another. Oh, time that separates gives birth to time of joy. Yea, find peace after the path through wilderness and storm. After calamity. Sunshine.. Behold, LIGHT!
Beauty Lakeside
I was eating lunch (of bread with spread butter and cheese) when a swan knocked on the windows of the kitchen. Looking up from my lunch, i was speechless. The scene..
See what i mean. (the kitchen window is on the left corner of the photo). Needing to get out, i hurriedly finished the meal with a glass of cold milk and took the Panasonic with me out to where beauty surrounds.
Am sorry i could not express this feeling in words. Hence i tried to steal the moment with camera shots yet with my untrained handling of the device, these are all what i can share. Gomenasai.
Alhamdulillah.. I will surely treasure these sights.. Everyday.. Insha-Allah..
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