Hooked

For stoic looks and an appetite for a barbed hook

A Lesson from a Leaf

Let Wisdom be our sole concern,Since life's green days are brief!And faith and heavenly hope shall learnA lesson from the LEAF-William Lisle Bowles

The Prophet

A Voice Cannot Carry the Tongue and the Lips that gave it Wings.

Alone must it seek the Ether

~ Khalil Gibran {The Prophet}

A Momentary Lapse Of Reason - 10 - Sorrow

 Sorrow

The Association of Objects and Memories and the Feelings related to them, tend to overwhelm  me at times. 

Just a year ago things were more real and tangible now everything seems to be in a miasma of its own. Layered in the misty web of my memories, in which I roam freely till a stubborn string pulls me back into the past which seems real enough to touch but really is intangible.... 

It is at such times I feel the real loss.. Its been a year since my father passed away and in someways I am yet to come to grips with it and yet in others I am well aware of his absence.

Funny how the mind works and triggers emotions....

The Buddha In his five percepts stated : I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death.

I guess this trip with my mother to be with my brother who resides in Dubai is our way of coping with it..

The Fallen

When all Hope is Lost the mind protects us with denial and my denial protected me from facing what I knew! That I had to climb out of this hidden valley on my own two weary slightly frostbitten feet.

Doubts reigned supreme, two voices very much my own began an internal dialogue
It was classic Gollum & Smeagol!!

Would I have the strength to trek in this wilderness? {Probably Not}

How steep were those slopes? {Very steep 70 to 80 degree gradient, almost vertical}

Would the footing on the ice be stable enough? {With all that new snow fat chance}

What path should I follow? {Toss for it matey you are effed anyways!}

What would happen if I fell? {Probably the best way to end the misery, though it would be painful and awareness would set it before the lights went out finally}

And always in the forefront: What lies beyond those black ridges that I needed to climb in order to get out of the valley....{An endless array of more snow clad mountains, not the green valley you hope for}.

But a decision beckoned and I knew I had to get moving quickly if I had to give myself any chance to survive at all

 

On The Edge Of Reason

On the Edge of Reason
After her Softest Treason's.

Silence

Haven't blogged for a long time,

There is so much to say, so much in my head,

So much that will remain unsaid;

Oh those wasted years, all that wasted time

But on the other hand:

I think of Rilke going for years without writing a word,

and then producing in a matter of weeks,

in a castle besieged by the sea "The Duino Elegies".

Even silence is preparation .