Saturday, April 04, 2020

Days of Quarantine - X


Playing in the shadows,
Way behind the lights,
For things unknown.


Sunday, March 29, 2020

Days of Quarantine - 4

I folded so that there is no sound.
But there is.
The sound of silence.
Deafeningly loud.



Saturday, March 28, 2020

Days of Quarantine - 3


Some drink to forget.
Some drink to remember.

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Days of Quarantine - 2


Pretty much boils down to your hands.
May be my hands.






May be both of our hands.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Days of Quarantine - 1

The isolation that may span into many more days and beyond. To take stock of my life during the days to come,  I take these pictures.

Taking pictures; something which I forgot but loved doing a long ago. In the midst of packing, I took my old camera. Still covered with dust and autofocus not working, it clicked. It had to be poked, a lot, to bring back to life. A photo clicked with half heart and half will.



For all those steps that I didn't take,
And for all those steps that I took,
The journey is still not over.

Tuesday, June 04, 2019

You are alone!

No matter what you do, you are alone.
No matter how much you do, you are alone.
No matter why do what you need do, you are alone.

You are alone, but not lonely.

Live on.  Because life is beautiful.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Living in the Moment


Taken from http://www.taoism.net/living/2003/200301.htm


One day, while walking through the wilderness, a man encountered a vicious tiger. He ran for his life, and the tiger gave chase.
The man came to the edge of a cliff, and the tiger was almost upon him. Having no choice, he held on to a vine with both hands and climbed down.
Halfway down the cliff, the man looked up and saw the tiger at the top, baring its fangs. He looked down and saw another tiger at the bottom, waiting for his arrival and roaring at him. He was caught between the two.
Two rats, one white and one black, showed up on the vine above him. As if he didn't have enough to worry about, they started gnawing on the vine.
He knew that as the rats kept gnawing, they would reach a point when the vine would no longer be able to support his weight. It would break and he would fall. He tried to shoo the rats away, but they kept coming back.
At that moment, he noticed a strawberry growing on the face of the cliff, not far away from him. It looked plump and ripe. Holding onto the vine with one hand and reaching out with the other, he plucked it.

With a tiger above, another below, and two rats continuing to gnaw on his vine, the man tasted the strawberry and found it absolutely delicious.

I feel I am alive.
I know I am alive.
But am I ?
May be forcing myself to be alive.

Living the moment.