slices of heaven

You came into my life and swept me off of my feet so fast that I did not even realized we reached the stars.  We were ecstatic, lighting up the sky together.

Now the light is dimming down.  Our flight is filled with turbulence.  I reached for your hands, but they are folded closed to your chest.  The shadow of the dark sky is slowly coveting you like a blanket.  You are becoming into a silhouette of black casts against the darkness.  

We are staying on our path to the sun, but the distance between us is getting greater.  

Oh, dear Sun.  Please send your glimmering rays to us.  Light up our path, for we may be bright and shining as before.  Filling up the sky with sparkles together again.

only you

i choose

among the entire world

is it fair

of you

letting me be unhappy

my heart

is a pen

in your hand

it is all

up to you

to write me happy or sad

i see only

what you reveal

and live as you say

all my feelings

have the color 

you desire to paint

from the beginning

to the end

no one but you

please make

my future

better than the past

when you hide

i change

to a Godless person

and when you

appear

i find my faith

don’t expect 

to find any more in me

than what you give

don’t search for

hidden pockets because

i’ve shown you that

all i have

is all you gave.

Rumi

(for DHP, Jan. 13, 2012)

It is delectably amusing how different a fresh mango is to a dried mango. Two things of the same origin, yet can be absolutely different. It is fascinating how temperature and humidity can manifest something into a completely different form. It is exactly how I feel of ME now and then - when I was full of spirit and eagerness. Not saying that it was better then, or that I am wiser now. They are simply different. The same ME, but not exactly the same. I was fresh and full of sweet aroma, now I am chewy and rich with texture, taste, as well as more durable. Then, I had a healthy, strong skin protecting my essence. Now, I am naked. My substance is without protection, but it is okay. It doesn’t need to be protected. It is strong enough on its own. Durable on its own. Then, I was just like a fresh mango. Now I am a dried mango, still full of taste but with a different character. Two of the same thing, yet completely different. However, the essence remains the same — sweet, healthy and full of delights.

There’s no deadline to find love, but for women there’s a deadline to give birth. Sometimes you can’t have both dreams concurrently. If you wish for both and love hasn’t been found, then perhaps you ought to pursue your other dream.

A child born to a single parent does not mean that he/she is born into a loveless life. On the contrary, that child is born to a parent with a conscious mind to be a parent. That child will be brought up with a phenomenal love that perhaps conventional parents are not even suffice to give.

If parenthood is what you wish, then dive into it even if you still have not found your soul mate. Don’t wait for your soul mate and keep your life waiting.