Sparks of Light
Herbal tea steaming from the warm mug in my hands
Peace felt at the moment before dawn
A line of words that seems to write itself
After a particularly long mental drought
The beaded fringe of my favorite shirt
A delicate scent of lavender diffusing the room
Sticking my sweaty face in the freezer
Feeling a rough wet tongue tickle my toes
When all seems lost and despair feels absolute
These are some of the sparks of light
That flare up in the gloom of despondency.
Nibbling at a bar of luscious dark chocolate
Head touching the pillow and sliding into oblivion
Tiny twinkling fires hanging in the infinite sky
Breathing in cool night air after the sweltering heat
Laughing and crying at melodramatic Asian shows
Escaping reality deep inside a fantastical world
The cautious hope that things will get better
Despite the simmering depths of hate and wrong
When all seems lost and despair looms dire
These are a few of my indispensable reasons
For clinging to a positive resolve.
The future is forever unexpectedly changing
Who can truly tell what time will bring
“Though the wrong seem oft so strong”*
Good will always rise to overcome.
*From This is My Father’s World - lyrics by Maltbie Davenport Babcock
A reminder
It was a morning I'll remember, a lazy one.
My messy hair covered the best part of my face as I smelt the coffee brewing. I was lost in my thoughts as usual, thinking about absolutely random things. I switched on the radio as I sipped my hot coffee. My lips gently carried the stream of coffee into my tastebuds which felt the relishing flavour of it. The radio played my favourite song and I hummed along with the tune. A perfect coffee, a perfect song, a perfect way to start a day. My hands reached to the daily newspaper, which spoiled the morning mood. I sighed.
I was consumed by sheer disgust. Thefts, kidnaps, murders, rapes and corruption... I perceived the newspaper as a daily battlefield dripping with the blood and tears of many. I realised that the world is devoid of beauty, love and humanity. I've thought enough about hatred, envy and destruction. But have I ever spent a moment recognising the love and beauty that still lingers in the hearts of a few earthlings? It's strange that no one spills their views about the lingering love. I decided to spend a few minutes to notice the dying beauty and love and give it some air to breathe. I kept my coffee cup aside and looked around my room.
The radio continued to play the tunes and slowly turned my wild thoughts into a music video. It was drizzling outside, I put my hands outside the window, trying to clasp those droplets. They adorned my palms like expensive pearls and they decorated the green grass like shining diamonds, turning them into strings of emerald. The smell of rain combined with the smell of the old books, lying messily around on my desk, makes my nostrils active and energised. The atmosphere was fresh, the thirsty flowers delighted as the rain poured. The rain water formed puddles, giving home to frogs as they croaked in delight. I saw little children, playing in the rain, displaying sheer joy and happiness. Their vibrant smiles brightened even the cloudy skies and melted my heart.
The rain absolutely loved the earth, rejuvenating the environment and filling it with love, beauty, joy and prosperity. Farmers rejoice the rain; celebrate it with festive spirit. Children love the rain; anticipating an escape from school. Rain gave birth to the dry and barren lands; parched. It quenched the thirst of throats, which forgot the taste of water. The aura that the rain spreads is something truly remarkable; a reminder that beauty and love still exist and will never perish, no matter how much our society is drowned in vices.
To quote John Keats, beauty is
"An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink."
(A Thing of Beauty)
Colors
In the morning I wake up
To hear the colors sing
Amidst their joyous songs
Emotions they all bring
Red is full of love
While orange is a torch
It guides us through the night
In our hearts forever scorched
Yellow sings of happiness
It fills us full of joy
While green brings growth to all
Both are never coy
Blue is wise with wisdom
(Though it’s never blue)
While purple’s generosity
Will help you through and through
The colors deep inside
Easy they are found
All you have to do
Is take a look around
backpacking (for my dad)
on mornings like these, cool as desert nights
and moist as rainforest summers, the sun rises
slowly, creeping over the horizon and crowning
the world with golden rays, sending long shadows
dancing across the forest. the woods glisten
with dew and glow with a million sparkling
spiderwebs. the trees are so green on mornings
like these, so tall that the canopy reaches
for the clouds and never stops growing, swaying
in the breeze. song sparrows sing from
high perches and flit from branch to branch,
releasing their soulful melodies to the wind.
as the sun travels from east to west and morning
melts into noon, our hips ache and our feet pound
with every lumbering step, but there’s nothing
more beautiful than a field of wildflowers, or a
freshwater spring, or the top of the mountain,
a view of the world from within the cerulean sky.
we walk. we walk until our thighs groan and our
shoulders throb, every footstep sparking like a
new fire pushing us onward until camp. have you
ever seen a sunset over a pasture, rolling hills,
breeze whistling between tender blades of grass,
a whisper of peace in the darkness of an oncoming
night? on nights like these the world sparkles with
silver starlight, glancing down from celestial
bodies high above. if it’s dry we lie in our tent
and stare upwards at the moon and her companions,
the constellations, our faces sweat-soaked and
dirty, yet still smiling. as we slip into sleep,
I dream of katahdin, a thousand miles north,
and springer, a thousand miles south. and I dream
of smoky mountain fog and maine’s wild remoteness,
of rainy day radiance and glittering diamond sunshine,
of finally calling myself a 2000 miler, and
of summiting every mountain along the way with you.
As Life is still on...
The human race in shackles,
in the clutches of an unknown enemy.
Pandemonium entwines pandemic,
and hell breaks loose.
Gasping for a whiff of fresh air,
with merriment taking a back seat.
The world stays silent, yet healing,
as Life is still on.
Ornated with masks and gloves,
painting the town red, a taboo - the Forbidden Apple.
No folks to party,
and social distancing the catchword.
No work, no play,
making all idle and frenzied.
Yet the world stays silent, but healing,
as Life is still on.
Love that transcends all,
and Faith that stays firm.
Music in the heart,
keeping us sane and alive.
These evil days soon be surpassed,
and life regenerates.
As the world stays silent and healing,
Life is still on...
Bugs Bunny & four year old me
I finally found that cartoon I always longing to watch, Bugs Bunny and Daffy Ducks. And it’s even better than what I imagined it would be.
Sitting down with a cup of tea, listening the rain drops hitting the window pane, the whole world is spinning, dancing and laughing with bunny, ducky and pocky. Memories of the little mirror box mom bought for me in elementary school, with bugs bunny cartoon character on it. I always dreamed that one day there would be a chance that I could watch it… like so many other cartoons that were not available for me when I was still living in some remote corner of the world in China. Like a little pouch of memory so well-contained and protected, yet, endless days and nights of dreaming, imagining… yearning for the colorful outside world, with unlimited supplies of real butter and cheese…
The four year old me coming back, sitting right in the center of my heart, laughing so hard, till her eyes filled with tears… Many “Thank you” for the future me, for bring this little Daisy to this very moment, where she could finally indulge herself with such unlimited supplies of sparkling goodies that she had ever dreamed, from back 35 years ago that little corner in China. Soaking in all the heroic funny Bugs Bunny stories in cartoons… The four year old girl so filled with abundant of joy and happiness. dancing, laughing, and giggling on… until the whole world started spinning on and on, as her laughters fills up the whole space and universe. The stars from the sky heard her, bowing down, extending their arms, giving her gentle kisses. The clouds of angels heard her, putting their soft wings around her, cradling and tickling her.. Grandmother Moon heard her, reaching out her arms from the moon, putting her on the laps, whispering soft lullabies to her ears…. Bugs Bunny from the TV screen heard her, walking out of the screen, shook her hand, and put a super bunny suit on her, from head to toe: “I now announce and award you with the noble title of ‘WI Bunny’, Congratulations! You are the supper man of our bunny world now.” “Little one, I’m so proud of you.” “I’m so proud of you too, the 35 year later me.”
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To Be Continued...