Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Love & Tears

  
        When you are sorrowful,  look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. And here is the second chapter of my story published in one of United States newspaper online literature competition that won me US$1000.


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Chapter Two:

      And as I walked past the humongous crowd that began to assemble out of nowhere, an old man with a Berber-type of headscarf approached me and with a soft words he asked, "Tell us, young man, do you think love and tears is part and parcel of a relationship?"

     I noticed that there is a slight tears in his heavenly eyes as if he just experiencing harrowing past in his long-life, perhaps he had lost his companion, a partner, or maybe his beloved wife.

    With soothing voice, I explained to him:

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. If the other half of your sky had left you to go to heaven, just remember, apart of her is always be with you, in heart.

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to love either. For if you love someone deeply in your heart, let her go with a little tears yet full of happiness knowing she is there in heaven, waiting for you.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief, and to make less the depth of grief is to make your life as bright as the blazing sun that shines throughout the universe.

1. When you are in tears because of love, look again your heart, for you shall see that in truth you are weeping for things which has been your happiness before.

2. When you are in tears because of broken love, look again in your heart, for God is willing to give you another person to love and to be loved.

3. When you are in tears because of lonely life without love, look again in your heart, for there is someone special in there waiting for you to discover in life.

4. When you are in tears because of missing your loves one, sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart knowing that your dreams will bring them closer to you than ever so you can wake up the next day giving thanks for another day to love.

5. And finally, when you are in tears because of love, burst out the tears for the sorrow that flowing out will be replace with stars of happiness in your eyes.

            After listening to my answer, the old man walked down the road calmly with tears in his eyes, knowing it is tears of joy and not a sorrow. And for me, I continued my journey in pursuit for a groovy kind of love, to find the other half of my sky who wish will be my command, until she ran out of love one day.


to be continue...


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P/S

To you whom I haven't met yet, will you believe me if I told you that waiting is love made visible? Believe me for my wait for your love is measureless and immeasurable. For if I wait for your love with a time limit and indifference, it means I am waiting for a bitter love that can only fulfill half of my hunger of love.

The time that I used to wait for you is like a pan flute through whose my heart it is whispering the soothing music of love. I will be in silent mode, for the only sound that I am hoping to hear is the sound of your voice saying 'I love you too'.

My mysterious someone, if you really want to measure how much my love for you one day, go to the garden of Eden, and see the pleasure of the happy bees gathering the nectar of the flower.

For to the bees, that nectar is the happiness of their life, and for to the flower, that bees is a messenger of love.

And that is how we going to be one day, you are my nectar and I am your bees. Until then, put in your heart, the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. Perhaps the groovy kind of love that we will share one day will be like the blossoming flower in the garden of Eden.

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.



Friday, October 21, 2011

Love & Dreams



             Imagination permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. And here is my story, published in one of United States newspaper online literature competition that won me US$1000.


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Chapter One: 

           Life is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Voltaire or Plato. 

           Once upon a time, there lived a community far away north of border-less ocean , who was emphatically proud of their knowledge and tried to outperform each other with their spirited question and answer session.

          One day, I arrived at their beautiful island in the sun, and spoke to one of the people there to ask for direction, "Do you know where can I find a person who can provide love in my life?"

         And then, he told me, "Did you realized  that it was a custom in our Island of Serenade that we asked  the question first before you do?"

         Patiently I asked him to proceed with their habitual action.

        "Tell us something about love that we do not know." he said in a temperamental voice, as the crowd began to assembled at the beach.

         With shivering voice, I said to him:

Love are today's answer to tomorrow's question. With the direction of love, one can solved the puzzle without any hesitant, for they will know love will lead you softly to the right path.

And when your love escaped to the dreamland, pay attention to your love in dreams, for God's angels often spoke directly to your hearts turning your nightmare into beautiful reality. 

But never let the love in our dreams disturb us because it refuse to pander our wild imagination to beautiful reality. Instead, look closer to the love and create a beautiful dreams, for in the dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own to be with our love one.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction, but if you love someone one day, you must have a lust, and let this be your desires: 

1. Love her like how you loves your life, for she is the other half of your skies.

2. Love her like how you appreciated your mother, for she is the one who God sent to care for you, just like how your mother did.

3. Love her like how you sacrificed yourselves to pursue happiness, for she is the one who bring light of joy into your life.

4. Love her like how you wait for tomorrow, for today you should love her more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

5. And finally, love her because she is beautiful in your eyes even if the whole world disagree on your opinion, for she will love you more as time goes by.

                After listening to my answer, finally they let me go into the wilderness of jungle, for me to continue my pursuit of happiness, for me to search for someone who will light up my life, for me to bump into my other half of the sky.

 to be continue.....



P/S

To you whom I haven't met yet, will you believe me if I told you that love is like when two birds, started their journey as one? Believe me for my love towards you one day is the condition in which the happiness of you is essential to your me.

My mysterious someone, when I'm in love with you. I will never really know whether my elation comes from the qualities of the one I loved, or if it attributes them to you; whether the light which surrounds you like a halo comes from above, from the Almighty God or from the meeting of our sparks.  

And that is the love that I hope I can found in you one day, for your love is not a singular as together we will be a plural one.

Until then, put in your heart my mysterious someone the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. Perhaps the groovy kind of love that we will share one day will be like the sun that rise towards heavenly ocean of miracle.

For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.


         




Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Principle of Love



Kahlil Gibran once said:

" If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."
      
          The most fundamental principle of love is knowing who you really are, at the purest level of soul, beneath the encumbrances of human restrictions and limitations, in particular, not being allowed to indulge natural human emotions.

          Before we can learn to love, we must understand what love is to us. What is this thing that connects us in the Universe? 

          True love is centered in the heart and emanates outward. It does not start somewhere outside of oneself and move inward. It is like a pulsating energy from within every cell of one’s being reaching out into the universe to embrace all other life. Love is the one universal principle that brings all of “lovers” together and ensures the survival of the world.

            Love is seeing who you really are behind your perceived self image – that image created by what others see you as or you see yourself as compared to others. The most fundamental principle of love is knowing who you really are, at the purest level of soul, beneath the encumbrances of human restrictions and limitations, in particular, not being allowed to indulge natural human emotions. 

 1. Denying your emotions is saying that you’re not willing to accept them as an expression of being human.

We all comprise mind, body and soul, and it is through our human mind and body experiences that we can elevate our soul’s evolution to its highest level. That level is simply love; Love is all there is. Within the experiences that the human mind and body offer, you are realizing who you are.

 2. This clarity of who you are then reaches out to others around you where you also begin to see them for who they are. 

When you are centered in love, you can see beyond the human flesh and see that all others are also pure souls and that their human experiences, like yours, are helping them to realize who they are.

3. In order for us to realize who we really are, our REAL SELF, our souls must have human experiences. 

By “interchanging between the embodied soul and the outside world” through experience, we nourish our soul. Feel the soul through one’s senses, living day by day, in touch with the world around you. These experiences lead us to the Ultimate Truth, which is Love. Through our human experiences, we learn to express love. Know that as human beings, we have idiosyncrasies. Accept these as part of our character and don’t apologize or feel guilty. 


            But the main point here is that we must show affection and nurture another person to help her feel connected to the Universe, to feel his own self-love. Feel the connection with all else that lives. Be able to let go and stop trying to control one’s life. Be vulnerable. Experience pain, sorrow, grief, anger and any other human emotions. You cannot experience love if you do not allow yourself to express these human emotions. Denying them says that you’re not willing to love yourself even when you’re having these feelings.

             And perhaps, a groovy kind of love is just around the corner for you.  




P/S 

To you whom I haven't met yet, will you believe if I say that love is a symbol of eternity where it wipes out all sense, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of the end? That's the love that I hope I can found in you one day.

It's amazing, the love that I shared with you here, I do it all alone, waiting for you to appear in my life. For me, to find someone who will love me for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, is the ultimate happiness that I'm pursuing all my life.

And that is the love that I hope I can found in you. A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you. 

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. Perhaps a groovy kind of love that we will share one day will be sweeter than gravity. 

Will you love me in October as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in October as you do in May?


For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades  

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Most Beautiful Love


Oscar Wilde once said:

"Who, being loved, is poor?" 
           
            There was a day when I saw a young man, maybe younger than me by 3 or 4 years, was standing in the middle of his friends in the restaurant at Queensbay Mall holding a photo album proclaiming that he had the most beautiful life in the whole world.


            His friend gathered and they all admired the picture of him and his sweetheart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful couple they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful girlfriend.
 
            As they are sitting and talked loudly next to my table, I am quite pissed with their laughter and I said to him:

"Why your life is not nearly as beautiful as mine?" 

            I showed the young man and his friends my old faithful hand phone which is full of the picture of me and my ex-girlfriend (she had left me by that time).

          And what they saw was a beautiful love, but full of scars. It was a picture when she was angry with me, when she was embarrassed to walked next to me, pictures where my face had been edited and other pieces put in (but they didn't fit quite right) and there were several jagged edges picture where a big and ugly me hugging a beautiful girl like her. In fact, in some pictures, there were deep gouges where whole love were missing.

           The people looked stunned, stared and asked me:

"How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.

           In fact, the young man looked at the my picture with her and saw its state and laughed. 

"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your love life with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

           "Yes," I agreed with him.

           "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you."

            "You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."

              "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away to her, and she hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for her too, and I hope someday she may return it and fill the space I have waiting."

"So now do you see what true beauty is?"

           The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.

           He actually walked up to the me, reached into my hands and holding it tight with his trembling hands. The young man looked at me and said: 

"Your love might not be perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since memories of love from her will lead your life to find a better girl one day."
 
          We embraced and walked away side by side. And I finished my lunch thanking God for one more day being given to me, to find the other half of my sky, a girl that will loved me with all her heart. 



P/S

To you whom I haven't met, it has been three years since I had been left alone. Every day, I'd wished that it won't be so hard for me to overcome. I know it is a lonely life without her and the pain in my heart is very real. 

But the love I had shared with her is just a memories that I had left behind. Since then, I had wrote countless of notes for you, for whom I haven't met yet. Someone who I wish will love me till the end. 

I want you to be happy one day when you are with me, even when shed your tears, I will be there to give you a shoulder to cry on. 

When you read all this notes one day, think of all the happiness, that we will share together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you since way before I meet you and I know I always will.

Put in your hear the fact that I had fall in love with you way before we knew each other. Perhaps this is the groovy kind of love that is worth a wait in my life.

The music may have stopped but my heart beats to another tune, this rhythm called love and that is you. 


For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.
 

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The Touch of Romance


Emily Bronte once said:

"Whatever our soul are made of, his and mine are the same."


           I've often wondered how that intangible sense of true love and devotion makes the leap from celluloid to reality. I know it happens. I've been around couples who have been married for decades and still glow when they sit side by side, hands lovingly intertwined.
     

          Based on my previous experience being involved in a broken relationship, I also know that the course of true love never runs smooth. In fact, the terms 'Rocky Road' might be the better title for the majority of marriages I knew.

         But, last week while I am volunteering at the old folks home, a 70 years old woman told me a little secret. A tale of love that brought tears to my eyes and I must admit, a little envy to my heart.

         Her story wasn't about the latest piece of jewelry that her husband gave her, or the flowers that he sent. For the woman's husband passed away two years ago, just short of their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

         So now at the age of seventy, she is alone. But, thanks to her loving spouse, not always lonely.

         For tucked away in drawers and cabinets throughout my friend's home are love notes scripted by her husband. Terms of endearments that he planted as romantic surprises for her during the course of their marriage.

           Over the years, she saved his sweet inscriptions, often leaving them in their original hiding places. His loving sentiments tenderly playing anew with each re-discovery.

          Now that he is gone, her life is a daily challenge of loving memories and sad yearning for this romantic man with whom she shared almost a half a century of life.

        But in her indomitable way, she is continuing on with determination and enthusiasm. She is healthy and strong and lives each day with an interest in the world around her. 


        She is surrounded by family and friends who support her and a community where she is acknowledged and respected. But most of all, she continues on with the inner knowledge that she is loved. Truly and totally.

        And any time she thinks otherwise, all she has to do is open a kitchen drawer or look in her bedroom nightstand for a little reminder.

        But somehow I think she knows, even before she opens that drawer. And that is what I called a groovy kind of love, the love that I hope will light up my life one day.









P/S

To you whom I haven't met yet, I believe that when you realize you want to spent the rest of your life with somebody, you gonna wish that your life going to start as soon as possible.

It is amazing when one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. But no matter how we going to do it one day, I hope we make love with our hearts. 

And that is the love that I hope I can found in you one day because love doesn't have any proper answer for it was not a question after.

Until then, put in your heart the fact that I had fallen in love with you way before we knew each other. Perhaps one day, a groovy kind of love will bring us together in a beautiful way.


In a silver chain,
Of evening rain,
Unraveled from the tumbling main,
And looking for you in love train, 
So many times I promise that I will love you over and over again,
One day. 




For the other half of the sky,

The Half Moon Serenades.