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Small but significant

26 Mar

There has been many thoughts swirling in my mind lately, too many to find words for them. Big changes are happening, like the news that I get to move to Scotland next September to study in University of Edinburgh. I am so excited!

But today, I found my words again. I found my way back home, back here. The feeling was quite magical.

I was sitting on a bench by the sea, gazing out to the horizon. Wind started blowing wilder and as I sat there, I took a moment to just empty my mind. I closed my eyes for a while and I tried to inhale the light of the spring sun climbing higher. Slowly, the insides of my eyelids became patterned with patches of blue light. I assumed this to be the sky shining through to my vision. But as I opened my eyes, I found that the sea had broken free. Where before there had been just a vast, blank canvas of ice, a distant and cold glacier, there was now the sea. It was deep blue and it spread. I stood up and as I gazed at the sea growing, I felt that I was in a right place, at a right time. I belonged but I was free to go. I thanked the sea for making me feel whole.

Just before the sea broke out in the distance, I took this photo with my phone:

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You can see that little black figure on the left, under the big cloud? Not much bigger than a black dot. Smaller than the rocks, smaller than the skies. Well, that is you and me. That is a human being. Small maybe, but significant too. Cherished for its ability to love, for its foolish pleasure of treading on the ice. The ice, it carried this person into safety, into the land. Only then did the sea free itself.

And it reminded me of how we are part of this whole entirety, how it carries us in its chain, even when we feel or act like the weakest link. And of how we should always respect the nature, for we belong, for we are enveloped by it.

We can choose to be the sun’s mirror. We can choose to be a willow’s branch, bent by the wind but not snapping.

Seeing Human – Art In Perspective

25 Jan

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I have come to realise why we need art so badly. Why our writing and photos and thoughts are so important.

Because art, be it painting with words or brushstokers or using a camera lense as your guiding eye, is essentially a rebirth.

In art, you can lose yourself and find yourself again. It is about losing your perspective, stepping into new stories, meeting the stranger inside you. But miraculously, it is also about gaining perspective. How many times, after a good art-bath, have you emerged with clearer sight or a fresh angle?

That is the magic of art, writing, photography. You are free, yet grounded at the same time.

Your pen, your camera or paint tube is a solid compass in your hand. But for once, you can let yourself go. You can build storms and tsunamis in your mind, kiss a stranger passionately, live in a French film and smoke too much, you can make big look small and small look big. You can make anything. You can change your skin. And when you return to yourself, quite often you find that art has taken you somewhere different.

Art is seeing human. It is peeking inside yourself and reaching outside yourself, at the same time. It makes you want to keep your eyes open. Makes you want to wonder and understand.

Holding art in your mind is like having lemon juice on your tongue. It prickles. And when you feel that prickle, it’s impossible to forget that you’re alive. That’s why I love art so much, in all its forms.

But what is art to you?

 

Seeing human

 

Wisdom

Is looking out for the small

The baby hairs covering sore temples

The caged pulse and bloody cuticles

Looking through anger

And seeing human, remembering

Even iron has its melting point

 

See life today! Peace and love.

Passengers

23 Jan

Image source:http://roundtheplace.com/Street
I own no rights.

 
 
Life is like a train journey:
 
If you only keep staring at your own reflection on the window, you will never see the wonderful landscapes outside.
 

So gape in awe. And travel safe, wherever you are, to dreamlands and airports and each others arms!

Pupa Of Ice – DP, Apply Yourself

19 Jan

Today’s Daily Prompt:

Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.

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Look what surprising beauty can be found in coldness!

Learning how to listen to yourself, how to be kinder, how to love more. How to look at the frost and see the sun shining somewhere behind. How to surrender to beauty, not to cold-hearted hate.

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Our stubborn eyes

Follow separate orbits

Bound to starry-chains and

Constellations of desperation

So afraid to meet

The in-between, the distance of us

Like a pupa of ice

Hiding under our shirts

All the passion-bred butterflies

Yearning to collide

To fly blind, wings in fire

Yet, we still believe

That if we stare down

The mockingly beautiful sun

Suddenly it will droop sleepily

To catch us unaware

With its shades of mercy

Finally, our eyes relieved

Into free falling as the sun sets

Then taken to rest

In seamless contours of light

Beyond the looking glass of frost

That mirrors our hands skinned cold

The dementia of touch

Nature of Happiness

16 Jan

Deep below, under the stubborn ice and mouths frozen shut, the roots of life still linger. Slowly, they string their fine fingers upwards, infiltrate the army of snow flakes besieging us. Those fingers, you can feel them caressing your skin when you fall your cheek pressed to the iron-cold ground; sprigs and sprouts of onion being born, the sweet-tasting sap brewing, the birch babies and oak saplings still playing hide-and-seek, until the day that earth’s anticipation, its certainty of spring stronger than thousand ice ages, breaks all winter’s barriers and blossoms into light leaves of coltsfoot, pansy, primrose and thistle. But not quite yet my dear, not quite yet. First, we have to live through this concerto of whispering winds, nothing but rumours of life budding. That way we can have two summers; one blossoming in our ears and one, in time, blooming up from undeground, inviting us to a flower field dance.  

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Waiting for the spring is a sweet expectation, it is like waiting at the train station for an old friend to arrive. Peace and love, and warmth to melt your winter fingers! Take care.

Finding clarity

9 Dec

Right now, if I could give you absolutely anything in this world, I would give you a peaceful moment. I would give you a moment that is just for you, your own tranquil hiding place. I would give you some time to think, to laugh, to sleep, to cry, whatever it is you need right now. Unfortunately, I cannot stretch the day to cover more hours. But I can try and share you the clarity and peace I found today, just wandering outside my house. Luckily, nature is ancient and eternal, it does not bow to our watches. It just watches us as we pass by, offering us peace under its many branches and roots.

Wishing you a gentle Sunday!

 

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Finding clarity

 

What traces, what lacy webs

Of laugher do I leave behind

Carved into the swooshing, surging

Swift winds of time, into its flooding quicksand

 

Only guesses and howls shouted

Into the winding tunnels of night

Faint heritages ringing out longingly

From inside the worn-out grandfather’s clock

Its hollow clanging clinging on

To the memories, calling for answers

 

Till I find them all, quietly passing by

As luminecent and pure as a willow grouse

Against the snow’s light that crowns

The treetops and the windows of my heart

Gazing out to meet the eager eyes of this world

 

There I find it, the invisible in the air

As it tenderly, peacefully, slowly

Bends me lower, pushes me to feel

The vibration of life travelling

Above and under, enveloping all

Entwining us in its sleeping beauty

 

So gently, I am grounded

And peace touches me like owl’s wing

In flight, not waiting for an answer

Just softly awknowledging

That I am here, in time, in touches, alive

 

Copyright: Poem and all photos ©daydreamdaisies

Winter bliss

28 Oct

First snow.

Had it not been dark and would my photographic skills be greater, the photos above would convey the whole beauty of it better, the gently frozen tree branches and a world turned into Narnia. I drew my gaze to the ground because I loved the grass and the leaves so lightly touched by it. It was as if the world had decided to still all the seasons, emerge them into one; the grass was still green and the leaves had their autumn fire, but now they were also wrapped in snow, the fresh winter gliss. It was so calm, so quiet and as I looked around, I made peace with the world. And it was this feeling of kindness in the air I wanted to share with you today. Be safe!

Winter bliss

 

The snow strips these streets

bare of you, of all painful

and leaves only the naked slumber,

total surrender, a forgiving promise

of the past wiped aside

 

and the petals of frozen daisies,

so fragile and untouched, untraced

by all evil, they leave me floundering

with their peace, their sweet sleep

and unplucked answers

 

For the dead are not gone

from your heart, they dwell here

in the frozen beauty, stilled in time

to be forever free and sincere

 

They are the sigh of relief

the rest in you, a pure flame

igniting you, pulling you

into harbour

 

to love, to make peace

with all that is given.