Blind

My eyes were bound
when I thought I could see-

I thought I could see everything
that even God was within reach-

But I saw only the pureness of snow-white gauze
peeking through the thousand little holes-

It was my eyes that were blind,
and only I did not know.

31 August 2006

I needed you more
than i ever did realise..
in my arrogance and my pride
in my selfishness and pain.
You were the one that stood beside me,
holding on to my hand.
You taught me the true meaning of Faith;
how to search and see the truth.
I could not see,
yet you stayed to be my guiding light.
I could not walk,
yet you stayed to be my guiding hand.
I thank God for your steadfast patience,
I thank you for your loving kindness
to search and hold me when I was lost,
to act as spring's warmth to melt a winter's bitter frost.

-wl, if you see this, i just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, for you have made me see the LIGHT, literally;)

I need your shoulder
to cry on, to hold
when i feel that the wind is colder,
and darkness enfold.

I need your presence
to sit by, to sense
my bitterness in its essence,
my sadness too dense.

I cry at my weakness,
I rage at my helplessness.

It is too hard,
too hard,
to be alone.

An Itch

Why don't we treasure
all that we have?
Why do we yearn
for more than we need?
Three meals and a bed
that's all that we should ever seek.

But that insidious little voice
that rings inside our heads
tells of wonders beyond end
that in our restless state
drives us to contemplate
and let dissatisfaction rule our empty heads.

Is it human nature
to seek release
from the normality of contentment
and plunge off into the abyss of writhing desire?
Or are we trying to satisfy that irritating itch
of wanting that we can't naturally have?

Follow your heart

The start of national day hols, and the 76 hr carving session... ok, it's gg to be much less than that cause of my procrastinating nature and need of sleep. Just want to wish myself luck here, as well as all the j2s good luck with coursework!

Anyway, i used 20 bux of the prize i won for lit yest on The Alchemist. Yup, u can prob guess i've been spending my numerous breaks reading it, and i know why it's paulo coelho's most famous book, as well as his debut, it's fantastic! Just want to share the most inspirational part that i've read till...

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."

Paulo Coelho writes about the heart as if it were a sentient creature in one's body, and I find that concept beautiful, even if scientifically dubious. However, how else can you account for how your heart jumps when you get frightened, and how heavy it is under the weight of distress, if it does not feel? Perhaps it is our lost link with God; our reliance on our brain has led us to forget the most basic nature of being human, that need to follow our dreams, as Coelho suggests. I think that's what endears me to The Alchemist, because it has served to remind me that the fears that i feel over my future are groundless, that even a simple shepherd can live a rich, fulfilling life in pursuit of his dreams. 'When a person goes in serach of his dreams, the whole universe conspires to help him achieve his goal', now how's that for an encouraging message?