Do not mistake the fainted light of a pale afternoon for salvation. At your feet stands the world. Ignite it with the sparkle of a flame you left on your kitchen counter, in your bedroom, at your veranda. Choke those incandescent flames of arrogant disputes and stubborn cries of helplessness. Rekindle the tune of harmonicas and violas, and orchestrate the symphony of fairies and enchanted muses. Time has come. It has always been there, serving your whims, awaiting at your sliding door, peaking into your loneliness, poking you to do what you ought to do. Do not tell me you are a fated creature, doomed to judgment and chaotic turbulence. I do not take your word; keep it; squeeze it; I have decided that my hands will mold my days in chiseled testimonies of affection and utter simplicity.
Do not mistake the desire of a spring night for love. Those shimmering lights you gaze at in the afar, are only traces of your illusive longing for a past or a future that was not meant to be yours. The silence of the night envelopes your sou, engulfing your pain like a mother whose perfume lingers in the dark alleys of your mind. Take out your folded memories and drink from their inspiring fountain, the sweet souvenirs of your existence. Do not stop. Quench the thirst of that weary heart. Absorb the silence within you; Then, you will realize that you are a being of sheer light.
Thursday, December 29, 2011