Thursday, December 30, 2010
A word is enough for the wise but some words, also, are not too much for the foolish. I have journeyed across seas, lands, airs and I was made the messenger of their anger. I refused, initially. Then, they began to wail.
Far away in Africa, I saw the trees shed tears of yellow leaves. Across the Atlantic, Pacific, Indian, Artic and the Arabian oceans, I saw different beings shedding arsenic tears. And when I got to the cold regions, I saw the bears and the penguins feeling so hot and complaining about their impending doom. While I flew in the air, I saw various birds lamenting about their dying space. I pretended not to notice their pains. One of them asked me a question that made me listen to their request. He said:
‘Aren’t we made to exist peacefully amongst each other?’
‘Yes’, said I.
And he wept.
‘Listen to our stories and be our messenger?’ Another one requested.
So, I accepted and agreed to listen. After listening, I felt pains and began to shed new tears. They mocked me and said I am the same thing as you and that I would not relate the message to you. I promised. I told them I would relate the message to whoever cared to listen.
‘We would be watching you.’ The king of trees said.
With trepidation and with an attempt to maintain the trust they gave me, I would relate their story. Listen.
In the beginning, they claimed, that they were made before you. Everything made was beautiful, according to He who lived beyond the clouds. Then He made you take charge of the green land, blue waters, azure skies and the clean air. They said you have turned it upside down. You have turned day to night and night to day. You have made the air foul and unbearable. Time would come, they threatened, everything would be total darkness and void as it was before you came to destroy it.
Their story was short. The journey untold was revealed. I have delivered their message to you. Those who have ears would listen to their cries and those who have eyes should see what they have said. As the messenger, I have begun to reason.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
It is as simple as it is said: one love. Love yourself and pass the love you have on yourself to other people you meet everyday. It's not hard.
It is hard when you don't love your self. It is complex when you think loving that guy or lady with a different colour or complexion is different from you.It is dangerous when you wake up in the morning without a smile.
I love you and you!