Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Of lights and lenses
tonight, as i stare into the night,
i wonder if
you, at another place and time, can
see the same picturesque canvas
if we lived at places that are worlds apart, then
i would suggest that perhaps
they must revolve around an axis, and
the axis, might well be the sky
why? a whimsical dream, one would suggest
just mad. another would dismiss
but the sky, the sky!
look-
au contraire!
material possessions give you instant gratification
but they are coated with a
certain indescribable gloss
that make people selfish and hedonistic, which
in turn gives birth to avarice
But the sky provides me with an inexplicable gush of comforting warmth
the sky, like a canvas, is constantly changing
its shape and form
almost, in perpetual randomization
it is a feeling that i want to share with you, and everyone else
lucent, the sky is illuminated by the glow of the moonlight
clouds, like tangible wisps of the soft dulcet of your voice, form
a myriad of shapes, that like bookmarks, unwittingly cause us to link them
to familiar pictures, forms and feelings
thoughts that are residing in the deep recesses of our mind
are suddenly brought into the spotlight
we recall the days that have passed us..
we realise that life has been much more meaningful than we've ever imagined
for me, staring into the sky is like free-falling off a cliff,
without any harness
where occasionally, i reach out, stretching out my arm,
i can temporarily slow the pace of my fall
imagine: its like a shinkansen(japanese bullet train) travelling at a breakneck velocity
through a subway
occasionally, it abruptly decelerates to move at a snail's pace,
before breaking away to move as quickly as ever
-this occurs a few times, the train slow down and picks up speed: a continuous cycle
Its goes like this:
fast.
s
l
o
w
fast.
s
l
o
w
madness eh? psychedelic, almost.
its like rewinding our lives' video
where occasionally, we find some thoughts that we had placed a bookmark at,
a special occasion, one that is worth remembering
hence it'll go like this: Rewind--pause--Rewind--pause etc..
i run away from civillisation, just to have a better look at the sky
along the way, i starkly remember certain events:
the spokes of the bicycle as an elderly man rode past me, moving in circles,
reminding me of the cycle of life, that no matter what
we've achieved in this present existence
at the end of this sojourn, it'll be all erased, as simple as that
we'll be back where we all started: naked, without a possession and worry to our name
i also saw a frog, parched
and motionless. bone-dry, it has obviously been
dehydrated under the merciless, scorching sun
its significance? we have to constantly find meaningful reasons to live, and inspiration
that will drive us on
without proper motivation and will to live,
we're just wanding around aimlessly,
we're vapid, we're grey grey grey!
! dry dry dry is what we are
then, single-mindedly, i race towards the open space
almost hypnotised, and seemingly possesseded, i run, oblivious the the occurances around me
the sky has opened
and i'm from time to time unkindly slapped into temporal semi-consious states of mind
by the lead pellets of the sky that fall on my face
Ouch!
i reached the promised land, where i lied down, and numbed all feelings and halting the pace of thought, i stare up
i could feel my worries melting away, and i'm renewed, instilled with vigour and strength
cleansed, and totally at ease, i savoured that wonderful yet indescribable moment
thats why, i wonder if you're watching the same sky as me, tonight.
Touche
