Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Bloom in a mist. In a mist of obscurity and bleakness, fresh blooms bring hope and promise of a better tomorrow. In its beauty all the sufferings endured become bearable. Like the angel of hope and mercy it radiates freshness, beauty and promise of all the good things in life.
As the heart opens to its beauty, the misty day no more connote suffering and sadness but emerges as deep tender beauty, the coldness becomes a caressing coolness of fresh breeze and all the bleakness turn to promise.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So everything have shades of meaning. To find beauty in everything and see hope in every suffering is the mark of a great heart, a heart graced with beauty and a solace to everything around it. In its eye, the heaven is here, always has been and always will be. This is the heart of contentment, peace with the surrounding and peace with The Creator. Verily the Creator has said; I have not created thee in vain.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
An entrance to a good looking house ravaged after the passage of flood water. How the owner must have felt. The force of a flowy substance that fills and take the shape of the container it enters is as devastating as its velocity and mass. The carassing beauty of ocean waves may give way to a tsunami; now a household word in the wake of a 9.0 Richter scale phenomena that razed Banda Acheh to the ground. Likewise here, a mere swept of the water is enough to bring the owner to humility. It all leave us acutely aware of the frailty of human might. All the ego can be swept in a blink of an eye.