oh, the rush!

[culled from an old memory; a fragment of thought;
a sliver of excitement; a momentary gladness!
-still an original work!- k10]


walking towards the door,
way past the darkened corridors
excited with the feel of natural light
no emotion, no wisdom, no vision of sight

i pushed past the structure of glass
stepped outside, with
a sense of gladness
known to me, the wind was already blowing

oh, the rush! swiftly it came,
revolving around me
swirling, caressing,
i felt the need to embrace it
knowing the happiness that
comes with being free
surprisingly, it took hold of me

and in a blink, i found myself
dancing in its invisible rhythm
the wind is a kisser and a lover of spirit
oh, the rush! i never want it to pass

this day on, every small step,
every breath i take
makes living, makes being alive
worth much more than whatever can hurt

. . .

this instant is what’s real,

this moment is all i feel

< warmth >

warmth is a residence of the heart and when that fire burns within its walls, it channels an energy that both heals and binds . . . what could be the warmest place on earth?

a happy and contented heart
a peaceful soul
a quiet wisdom
sunshine painted on a friend's smile
a hand to hold all through life's viccissitudes
a warmth to hug and call your own
a humanity that truly feels
a listening ear, receptive and open
laughter echoing through our mind's corners long after we have extinguished it
a dream that we can shape and mold
unconditional love and acceptance
an acoustic hymn that lives on


to borrow my best friend's words, he once told me that :

" people warm themselves to a different fire . . . " - dsDarkAngel -

our own fire. our own drive. our own passions. we must feed it with fervor,
to eventually satiate a human hunger. to channel that fire, we must create warmth and impart it on.

incessantly Pleasant

incessant, the rain poured on
my thoughts purely pleasant
[cuddling my pillows]
~ with memories of you ~

alas! the weekend has passed
ephemeral, it did not last
now, i look forward to another
possibly, with you and me
together

[laughing out loud]
all the cares of yesterday
a pleasant past
today, we'll just make
~ the moments last ~

[hugging my thoughts]
anticipating
excitedly
wanting

~ to see you ~

better again!

thursday rain was an absolute torrent. i didn't mind.
my steps were steady as i walked towards the way to home.
though alone, i suddenly felt someone was holding my umbrella
for me. great! for the next unfolding seconds, i
didn't mind if i was halfway getting wet, i steadied my pace
& found myself,

dancing in the rain . . . happens all the time.

there's something about the rain that cleanses. and
eventually, heals. worries & heartaches are gone,
the moment rain starts to fall . . .

as if my own tide of emotions are cascading down.
there are no tears. just the solemn thought that -

i am better again . . .

awakening from winter

a cold chill
no longer felt
but the icy clutches
left my spirits
soaking wet

my musings
are evasive
and helplessly
unending

shifting from what is now
intermingling
with the
long shadows
of yesterday
halfway
chasing what will be

a part cries out of me
struggling

wanting to be free

for thee

his echo, i am not. his laughter, i am not. his glory, i am not. his joy and gladness, i am not. his tears and sorrow, i am. though he knows me, my totality; and despite my waywardness, he keeps me. and in the light of his mercy, he does understand me. his silence i can feel around me... it resonates deeply.

i am capable of love. this he knows. but, am i worth his pain?

there is a reason for his silence and he wants me to see for myself what had been enslaving me. i long for him to stand up, reprimand me and loudly tell me to correct my ways. but, he does not.

it is his gentleness that now haunts me.