A Departing Gift


Image credit to r3novatio @DeviantArt, titled Down the River

beneath the thatched roof
we stood in silence
watching the river flowing in front of us
i touched your hands
i whispered those words to you
words that i’ve said in my sleep
a thousand times
but your eyes
they’re like a hearth of stones
abandoned by its fire
not a flash of lightning
left in those eyes
i was forced to grope the empty wall
with my bare hands
inside the tunnel of fear
in the dark
confused and lost
to find my way out

you made your decision
to close the gate
long time ago
a bubbling of hope existed
now crushed
fluttering eyes
trying to hold back tears
you left me with no other choice
than to turn away
but you’ve forgotten something
you gave me a gift
the last piece of the puzzle that
my life has been missing
and i will live for my gift
even without holding it
in my hands

that day in the forest
was the last day i touched you
we stood next to each other
but we were strangers
you never looked at me
you didn’t stay long
not a goodbye
not a smile
and you’re gone

Why Life Is Good


I’d like to share with you some short stories.

i saw a moon the other night. it was beautiful, yellow, huge, almost fully round with parts covered by the dark clouds of the night. it paused me on my steps, forcing me to take a moment to stare. it’s been raining often lately and the sky has been taken over by clouds. a rare moment like this was not to be skipped. just a few seconds, just a few breaths, but a lasting memory in my head. see, my friends, that is why life is beautiful. because i can still see those little things that make this world beautiful. i wish i can share the scene with everyone. i would have loved to show the white beauty. a magnificent sight. the kind that once you see it, you can’t pull your eyes away.

i spent some time with some friends the other day, just the three of us. we went for an afternoon walk during the last two hours before the sun decided to retire. walking, chatting, teasing, cracking jokes, laughing, catching our breaths, and having a wonderful time. we also did one naughty thing. we stole some fruits. they were some type of berries. small, red, with no seed, and juicy. the name has escaped me, but it’s a fruit that people do not seem to care. can’t find them in the market or in anyone’s yard. these trees have no owner, they’re wild ones. so we simply invited ourselves to pull the branches down and grab the fruits. we saw these trees throughout our walk. let’s just say that we paused our walk several times. we also passed by a lime tree, a tall one, no owner, and did the same for a few small limes. people passed by and saw us, but they didn’t seem to mind, so we continued. laughing, cracking, pushing or pulling, telling each other to grab this or that, jumping, hopping, screaming, running, eating, and again, just having fun. three adult ladies acting like three little kids, what a sight we must be. but that, my friends, why life is beautiful. it’s those moments, memorable moments that will hopefully last forever. years from now, i will remember that afternoon walk when we stole fruits and acted goofy, not because of what we did, but because of the bonding, closeness, and wonderful feelings all three of us shared.

i read a very touching poem today, written by Rumi. an old poem, obviously, but yet so fresh and versatile still for this period of time, or any in that matter. it brought a little tears to my eyes. it cracked open a smile on my lips. it made my heart ached. i let out a sigh. i might have stopped breathing too while reading the poem. sounding cliche, but it probably did steal my breath away. that is why, my friends, life is beautiful. something as simple as someone’s writing, someone who had long time ago left this earth, can touch me that deeply. that is why, my friends, life is beautiful. because i could feel the love from the poem, be moved by an unseen power touching me from behind those words.

Life has been good to me, I have nothing to complain. These three stories are just a minuscule part of why life is good to me, why I’m thankful to be alive. I realize now that life will always be good to us, even when it throws us hardship, because hardship is supposed to function as a life lesson. It’s whether we allow ourselves, or choose to, appreciate those life lessons that is the key. It’s also about learning to appreciate the little things we see and experience each day.

Namaste. Shalom.

 

 

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This post has been part of Sunday Scribblings #293: Life is Good.