You can take the words away, but you will never silence the heart. And if you really knew the heart, you will realize that is the root. It is where truths speak. So sew with the thread and needles, and tighten these lips. No matter what pain, sorrow and perseverance ought to be endured...

passion beats within these veins
& the truth will inevitably be free
so be afraid, if you should.

Sunset

Maybe it's the rational egoist in me stirring, but I made a detour on my way home from campus today. A little Shaf-time couldn't hurt. Lugging my textbooks and Tomato in my broken-zipper TNA bag, I decided to take a stroll by the canal. I witnessed my first sunset in 2011, and I was all alone, seated by the white stones separating the road from the canal. I watched the sun drown every thoughts I had in my head at that moment. All until the sky burned purple and blue.

Pure stress-relieving.
What more, it was surreal.
Sunsets have that effect on me.
I have witnessed many last year, so I guess I am dramatically making my first sunset of the year super-grand, even though it was just an ordinary sunset.
Yeah, I'm a nutcase for having a slight sunset obsession. Chances are....I may randomly start producing a sunset poem soon.

Maternal thinking

As aptly put by Sara Ruddick, it involves loving attentively. As opposed to fantasy or ideal love. It is love, holistically, with humble acceptance of the good, the bad...the real. It is the art of learning to let go, in loving pedagogically. Maternal thinking is an institution practicing attentive love. Thinking as the rational, emphasizing the intellect, as opposed to the stereotypical notion of maternal emotional/intuition. Mother as the mentalist, rather than the behaviorist. Children as open structures, demanding responses to meanings and perceptions to every day life.

Sara Ruddick made me realize that mothers have frequently been overlooked in their position as intellectuals at child rearing. More than we have given them credit for. More than I have given my mother credit for....

The beauty of uncertainty

There is reason why our lives are destined to be,
In a foggy midst of uncertainty.
For which, a premonition or notion of clarity will undermine effort.
And such will too, "defeat the purpose", to find a purpose,
(or purposes for that matter).
& lacking courage or motivation to seek,
Will be the doom of knowledge and wisdom.

So seek, we shall.
& chasing after every uncertainty is our destiny,
With each, unveiled in search for knowledge,
To discover humility from the Greatness of the universe
We hope.
Shall, one day, lead us to wisdom

Tourist

This is yours. You tell yourself it is. You reassure yourself what you have kept in the gripping palm of your hands, and what you hold strong in your hearts are yours. & only yours. Nobody else's. You are disillusioned. By possession. A feeling of triumphant that you forget the temporal sense of time. A notion of eternity, veiling the mirage of hours, minutes...seconds.

You forget that you are a merely embarking a journey. Which one day, will end. Forever is not in your hands. This is not yours. Nothing is in your hands. Look at your palms. Someday, everything will fade. Look into your hearts, what fire will burn when the fuel is dry and gone?

You are but a tourist.
Eternity exists, but it is not yet yours.
At least, not yet. I too, have been blind. & I am still waiting for mine.

Spring Fever

I have Jann Arden crooning Good Mother on my laptop. It is 4:07pm, yet I am sipping my first cup of hazelnut coffee, I woke up at 1pm. I should be reading for my Feminism Final, but I am completely hyped up off TED videos and lethargic enough to do anything right now. The spring season, and sunshine through my white windows have made me giddy. So my room is a little messy, with papers and piles of clothings on the floor. But I have never felt as contented as I do right now since last December. Maybe I've rid the winter blues and depressive mood out of system....

Now, I can't decide whether to continue doing nothing and let my TV be watching me. Or to start Feminism and nerd it up like I have every previous Saturdays for the past 2 months. Hmm.

Maybe I'll pick up Plankton. It's been a while.

Parachute

There is this thing you have on your back,
Moments and times you find it troublesome,
Silly thing would take up such space

And would hover over your shoulder.

For when you soar up above the sky,
The thing will come to follow you,
& when you lose sight of the ground,
Fall into the sky of blue....

It is this thing,
Colourful stripe of yellow and red,
That bursts from behind you
Turning your tumultuous landing
To a panoramic floating bliss

That is the parachute,
A lifelong friend
One who invests much faith in you.

*To you, thanks for being my best friend before anything else. You're my parachute. & I, yours. Happy anniversary