> the gentle mist
"as the mist engulfs the entire mountain-ridge, the beautiful and majestic lush hills, that seem to stretch to eternity, disappears into the milky-grey cloud; that has become one with the sky ...
the mist goes where the wind blows, carrying them over mountains, over trees, over homnes, into rooms and the people's hearts ... relentless mist ... inforgiving fog ... fog of sin ~ engulfing our body and soul, with a million blurry silhouettes, appearing and disappearing in front of and all around you ~ faceless shapes ~ who seemingly eye you with contempt and a silent accusatory stillness - your heart skips a beat and at once you feel a sense of serene peace and a release from mortal guilt and worry ... that inevitably gives into "fear" - for you fear this will not last forever, you KNOW it will not. for the mist will subside and all will be the same again. for if only your pain and guilt would be carried away by the gentle mist; quietly from your weary shoulders ~ how wonderful that would be! but the liberation is short-lived; the trees and hills in the near distant becomes clear and crisp, the air fresh again with the smell of a late morning dew ... you can only but cherish the memory of the serenity that was, tho but a moment ago; but seemed an eternity had passed ..."
~ "The Gentle Mist", circa 28/03/2002
a quick sketch of the view from where i was seated
the above was written during my 3-week-trip to India, mid 2002, with an ex-gf. scribbled in an exercise note book i had bought at the little town where we had stayed (i always liketa buy stationary from wherever i travel hahahaha), i wrote this while seated at the balcony overlooking our room, as the mist subsided back into their hideyholes, mayhap to rest for the day? hardly a literary feat, but still it captured a bit of what i felt back then (which im slowly forgetting) ... some more pix:
the view from the balconey, as the mist subsides.
the beautiful and magical mist (photos do not do it justice)
another shot of where we stayed (faces have been blurred to protect the innocent, 'natch ;p)
i miss India. i wish i could go back there soon...
on another train of thought (tho perfectly interconnected) ~ seems i've been "travelling back in time" a lot lately, in my blogs and especially on my multiply, with words and pictures ... and i guess the only rationale would be: im looking back at my life spent and perhaps am looking for ... i dunno ... validation? looking for and remembering what i had done and accomplished? while at the same time dwelling in my "present" and trying to make sense of it all ... i guess tis also to remind myself (and others?) of where i came from and where im coming from now ... so as to prepare myself for my next journey? my next step? my next phase of life? my evolution? ...
feel like a comicbook moment now = im trapped in an invisible cocoon of revolving light and darkness ... flash flash flicker flicker flash ... trying to break free ... and im searching thru my cloak of time; where the past and present converge and somehow i'd pullout a device that might help me escape this terrible treacherous trap ... of coz not knowing that the cocoon is of my own making ... heh ;p
im tired of "questioning" everything ... and irresponsibly and selfishly i allow myself yet again to dwell within myself ... for indeed i do need a break (from myself, mostly ... heh) but i guess tis a "working" break as well, for inevitably "questions" still need to be "answered" and my silent search continues still ... until the cocoon is destroyed and i am finally free ... :)
the mist goes where the wind blows, carrying them over mountains, over trees, over homnes, into rooms and the people's hearts ... relentless mist ... inforgiving fog ... fog of sin ~ engulfing our body and soul, with a million blurry silhouettes, appearing and disappearing in front of and all around you ~ faceless shapes ~ who seemingly eye you with contempt and a silent accusatory stillness - your heart skips a beat and at once you feel a sense of serene peace and a release from mortal guilt and worry ... that inevitably gives into "fear" - for you fear this will not last forever, you KNOW it will not. for the mist will subside and all will be the same again. for if only your pain and guilt would be carried away by the gentle mist; quietly from your weary shoulders ~ how wonderful that would be! but the liberation is short-lived; the trees and hills in the near distant becomes clear and crisp, the air fresh again with the smell of a late morning dew ... you can only but cherish the memory of the serenity that was, tho but a moment ago; but seemed an eternity had passed ..."
~ "The Gentle Mist", circa 28/03/2002
a quick sketch of the view from where i was seatedthe above was written during my 3-week-trip to India, mid 2002, with an ex-gf. scribbled in an exercise note book i had bought at the little town where we had stayed (i always liketa buy stationary from wherever i travel hahahaha), i wrote this while seated at the balcony overlooking our room, as the mist subsided back into their hideyholes, mayhap to rest for the day? hardly a literary feat, but still it captured a bit of what i felt back then (which im slowly forgetting) ... some more pix:
the view from the balconey, as the mist subsides.
the beautiful and magical mist (photos do not do it justice)
another shot of where we stayed (faces have been blurred to protect the innocent, 'natch ;p)
i miss India. i wish i could go back there soon...
on another train of thought (tho perfectly interconnected) ~ seems i've been "travelling back in time" a lot lately, in my blogs and especially on my multiply, with words and pictures ... and i guess the only rationale would be: im looking back at my life spent and perhaps am looking for ... i dunno ... validation? looking for and remembering what i had done and accomplished? while at the same time dwelling in my "present" and trying to make sense of it all ... i guess tis also to remind myself (and others?) of where i came from and where im coming from now ... so as to prepare myself for my next journey? my next step? my next phase of life? my evolution? ...
feel like a comicbook moment now = im trapped in an invisible cocoon of revolving light and darkness ... flash flash flicker flicker flash ... trying to break free ... and im searching thru my cloak of time; where the past and present converge and somehow i'd pullout a device that might help me escape this terrible treacherous trap ... of coz not knowing that the cocoon is of my own making ... heh ;p
im tired of "questioning" everything ... and irresponsibly and selfishly i allow myself yet again to dwell within myself ... for indeed i do need a break (from myself, mostly ... heh) but i guess tis a "working" break as well, for inevitably "questions" still need to be "answered" and my silent search continues still ... until the cocoon is destroyed and i am finally free ... :)
