Start Anew: Unveiled

My life as a writer begins with a sundry pieces of fragments, leading to assured strides of turning into a real writer

Start Anew

Yes, I am starting anew. I have been absent for approximately half a year and now I am starting anew. There is a major change of vision for my blog (will tell later), but anyway I am going to just start writing again -my long forgotten love. Writing is never an easy thing. Writing, considered as a form of art, requires emotion and a great deal of thinking. I have a problem with both, apparently.

My cancer constellation says that I am moody and sensitive. I have difficulties in keeping a routine and prioritising my assignments. In short, my mom would say, "Hey artist, drag yourself outta bed, start eating breakfast at 8 and not 11, and write something!" or "What's wrong with you? A second ago you were jumping all around like chimps and now you're as dead as a stone." Yeah my mom. The person who gives so much encouragement to my writing development and yet pretty much annoyed with the process.

The ability to think has been given to men by God, differing men from other species on planet Earth, and enabling them to develop themselves and carry out the duty of taking a good care of the mother Earth. A man without thoughts is no man at all. My problem is, I think too much. About the "wrong" stuffs. Focused thinking has been my long-standing problem. My mind is an eager traveller and it overtakes me. So writing a blog is difficult for me, because it requires you to sit down and think of what you are going to write, and to keep yourself focused (my attention span is awful; you can ask my teachers).

However despite all things, even with the mind of an eager traveller, I am ready to start anew, and to call myself a(n) (amateur) writer! Godspeed!

Love,

The eager writer

You and I are

Spotlight of the show
But chose the shadow
Glancing down to see
Thinking there'd be

A handful of dust
Among the velvet
Or faint fissures
Among the rubies

Nay
They say
"Gee, stunning!"
"Let's go dancing!"

One, two, three, four
Four counts to devour
The last moments
Of laments

Splitting the teens
Stumbling on the heels
Notes stop flying
Dead cables, lying

Raising fingers
Catching the last note that lingers
And singing to
the first vibrato

An Auld Lang Syne to Cherish

Continuities

by Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)

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Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form--no object of the world.
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature.
The body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,
The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

This poem I first encountered in the movie "The Notebook" is indeed a life's representation of continuous hope and faith that all things will always come out good in God's time. When you feel lost; when you feel that you are just an object of disposal; or when you feel that you do not know who you really are in the midst of artificial society, you should not let anxiety overcome you. It is easy to be overwhelmed by your own fear and doubts. However, one thing that can help you find a turning point is hope.

Hope is what keeps human alive and "flame again". Hope is what motivates us to wake up every morning, knowing that the darkness enveloping us will be torn down and give rise to the sun. Hope motivates us to work things out in ways possible for us to do. Hopes without action is naught; it is a fresh seed left burnt and dead under the sun.

After hope comes faith. When you have hoped and done whatever is best for your hope to come true, faith comes in the form of believing and surrendering to God that all you have done will bear good fruits. To every "frozen clod" there will always be the return of spring's abundance and summer joy. To every obstacle there will always be enlightenment and at the end, an auld lang syne to cherish.

Life is a cycle of continuous hope and faith, and nothing is ever lost in that cycle. What you think is lost actually metamorphoses to a new thing through awakening life experiences. People say they loose money; they seldom appreciate the notion that by loosing money, they learn to be more careful. People say they loose their loved ones; it is just physical and nothing from their lovely memories will ever be lost. Maybe by loosing their loved ones, they acquire the enlightenment to make an effort to cherish the next in line. So many losts in fact give way to a better understanding of and better things to your life and others that intersect your path.

So never let yourself down in what seems to be a "shifted sphere", "dimming light", or "frozen clods" for shifted sphere will give rise to new lives, dimming light is just momentary, and that frozen clods will always melt and be green again.

Drowning Ashes

If one does stand within the burning charcoal
Ashes she will be
One does not have to beat the burning charcoal
Not so clever an act
Yet through the burning charcoal you must, so
Run!
Jump!
Dance!
Oasis will be at the end
Ashes drown
She be beneath the floating swan

Newfound Me

A dangling twig
Meant not too high for an armlength
A dangling twig
Never too far to reach
Damn!
Am almost wasting it for an unworthy stretch!