Monday, September 30, 2013

To the bears, the salmons and the sea lions

If this is my second life: I think I have reached my zenith.

When I have to live with just enough. Enough to see so much beauty in our world. The beauty between agony and luxury.Enough to know what I just want and what I need best.

If I once had a boring life. If that strange vision I had when I was 8 has some reality over delusions. It is something I will never forget- that was a life with everything. I stared at a grand chandelier, walked pass through it, walked upstairs and into my room it ends then suddenly born and loved much by a family. A family meager enough to give safe home to grow. Be taught to get much education in a class or through a book. A life- that I can never trade yet sometimes with my tendency to want more. I want to give them more.

My existence now is a gift of life to me. With this-I learned to be happy with what I have. And I definitely know what I wanted in life despite the fact that I can be very confuse and undecisive with things I don't have a full heart on it.

In this lifetime, perhaps I did let some ego away- I let some worry away and I let things flow. In this life I learned to tell the person what I truly feel and gently whisper it to the bears, the salmons and the sea lions. Ever careful- as it is something that they are not bound for. Something that tells them they are always free and yet they can always stay with me.

What I just fear nowadays and most of the time is missing a chance to not let a person dear to me know what I thought and feel something that is beautiful. I don't want to live with regrets that I let expressions passed the chance for them to see and feel it and the chance of which they can still hear and see me.

For now - I just want something enough. Yet it is beyond what society calls norm. Beyond what my culture tells me not to do. Beyond rationality and into the mysteriousness of this existence. Ever dreamy. Ever dreamy.

Today and everyday I just wanted to let him know that-
I love and have loved his soul.

His eyes were like those sky.
They were like ocean.
Like the lake. Like the river.
Like them- he lives with his heart and mind together.


He lives-
He lives just a lil bit
or a lil more like me.


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