I looked at today. There was no sense except hate. No, not you but the hate itself. Hate was shapeless and did not form. But it was real Like the fog that covered the view when it’s arrived at my face. Ah, how much hate is excruciating. It’s mistery. So, just get rid of this hate. Flash, with just one hand stamped. After all, it’s just like the fog in front of my face. Just throw it, or leave. Done. Case’s over.
Here come a new year for my chinesse friends. Something that we call as “Imlek”. It’s a glory day, it’s a holyday. Great time, great moment for us. Parent and their children take an hopelly day. Children happy with their angpao, runnning with their lampion, and happy with their special food such as “Kue Keranjang” and “Jeruk Shantang”. Me too. I’m happy with those imlek memorize in my past time when I was a child.
So, from the bottom of my heart, I just want to tell u,tell the world,
“Happy Imlek. Happy New Year. Gong xi fat coi….. ”
It’s a quiet situation, and I liked it. It’s two weeks ago. I just closed my eyes. Tried to read my heart, my soul, my mind. At the time, some breeze come to my heart. Some whisper of palm tree come to my ear. Nice, breeze, and quiet. What a wonderful moment. Something in my mind, it’s a quietly contemplation. So let’s try to looking for our nice mind in everywhere.
A window for me….was a place where I can see the world. Sometimes, I just watch the outside from my windows. Every windows have their own story. It also give us some inspiration. Look at those windows, there’re some windows of mine.
Firs one, hm…more dark, because early morning in my bedroom. Saturday’s a holyday for me. So I just take a rest with some contemplation in my bedroom. At the same time, those windows give me some inspiration. They bring me to this idea. So, I take my camera, and take those pictures.
The second one, it’s a windows of my living room. Look at the outside, more clear. A sunny day give their smile for me. A fresh morning ready for us. Watch your windows.
The third one, this is a windows at left side of my house. It’s the true window. Look at that window, we can see another build (neighbour’s house). Hm, I can hear some noisy from this windows. My neighbour’s voices. I can smell some aroma’s of the neighbour cooks. Such as fried-rice, smell of belacan (you know belacan…?), etc. It’s yummy.
It’s all about stories of my windows. What about your windows…? Do you like your windows…?
It’s last year. Someone on the beach,early morning. Just walking around the beach. She was waiting for the sunshine come from the east. Finally, the sun smile for her. It’s make her soul warm. Enjoyable and peaceful. At the moment, she’s happy. I don’t know why. I thing life’s beautiful. Morning sunshine make her heart more brightness. It’s make her soul smiling too. What a beautiful life.
That’s all. It’s just a morning’s contemplation. Take your sun for your soul. Sun for the life as the morning smile. Do you like sunshine on the early morning….?
Someone was standing in a spot of the earth. Dots on all these degrees north latitude and those degrees south latitude. Star studded sky in front oh her, friend. The sky was giving her a slightly different flavor. There is a sense come to her. He, she doesn’t know what flavor. That sense ‘s difficult to define.
After all fifteen minutes, finally someone who was staring at the sky sighed. Sighed because it realized that this is the first day in the month of April. Yes this is the feeling that her “April”. She named it so. For suppose it will usually arrive simultaneously with the arrival in April. A feeling that is born of joy to welcome the month of April. A burst of flavor that comes from the soul when the month of April arrived. She too smiled. Finally, suppose it is also undefined. Sense of April. Pain is to “April”.
When she was smiling, smiling at herself, something pierce her soul. Something flushed with happiness. Like a green colour around her. Cool. Soft. Heartfelt embrace until a relief and peace emerged. Maybe like arrow from above lover come to her heart.
Uh, she chuckled herself was so aware her feeling been flying so far. Retreat is a matter of days long past. The first day when love blossoms in April. What a long day. Thus sensation comes every April arrived. She smiling, came a smell that came to the smell. Some roses in the right corner where she stood apparently were in bloom. Small roses with delicate signature scent. That roses achieved instantly and kissed with all flavors.
Hey, look at it like that, amazing for me. I have shifted the center to leave him this happy. I do not want to disturb her. At least I’m happy he’s still keeping his old happiness today. The day arrived in April. The Flower of Wild Grass (Ilalang) I have wandered again my friend. Wherever the south wind will take me. Everywhere. Whenever he wanted.
Before the South wind blow me again, I want to pray for you all. Hope this April will blow a sense of happiness and joy. Come, to “April” is our feeling