The morning of hope
Was born yesterday.
That’s why I am still
Here today, working-
for a better tomorrow!
In the midst of the darkness of this long night… my heart is filled with uncertainty and my soul is restless. Yearning and anticipation are taking me on a roller coaster ride. It has been like this every night for as long as I can remember. But this feeling is getting intensified lately. I have learned to heed my intuition, and it never fails me. Now, I feel like something is going to happen. Never have we, as the people of this age, lived in such a contradiction since Charles Dickens wrote these words of wisdom:
” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest seeing aies insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ” Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, Book the First, Chapter I.
It’s a time that we’re seeing all the evil of humanity awaken like vampires spreading through the land. Those who want to divide us and take us back to the darkest of ages where a man was void of his human rights and measured by the color of his skin instead of the merits of his deeds and the substance of his character.
On the other side, never we have gotten together, unified under a sense of comradery , as this time, for humanity, civil rights, equality, freedom, kindness… all the best of humane traits, transcending race, religion, nationality, and all other bars and walls of division.
I found myself, this night, waiting for the dawn of day and yearning for the sea! Such a great urge to be looking at my beloved Pacific Ocean on the Oregon Coast. You, the reader, may wonder what is the relevance?!! At times like this, when I am restless and filled with anxiety, I think of the sea. He is my best friend. The only being that can listen and understand. The only friend on this beautiful and sad Earth who can fill me with hope in spite of pain and despair. The sea is wise yet playful, vast enough to contain the world yet can be contained in my gaze and my heart, mighty yet gentle… and most importantly- the sea is a generator of hope.
Waves live all around the shores, living a life filled with stories; yet as soon as one wave reaches its final destination, resting at last in the shore’s embrace- a new wave will immediately be born in its wake, back to the sea, to live a new life, a brand new life of its own. An endless story of life-infinite.
Yes, here I am, in the middle of the darkness of this restless night, I find myself yearning for the sea. Dreaming to stand by its shores, where earth meets the sky, as if standing by the edge of humanity, at the age when we are tested and trialed if we, as the people, are deserving of it!
Oh, here is a droplet on my face..a mist, a sea breeze. I am refreshed and filled with hope. ©2017Gainperspectiveblog
The years went by
And my heart was turned away
From feeling the sun rays
And hearing the birds in the sky.
More years gone by and my heart
Was still numb.
It was yet bumping, beating, and
Making me alive but not living.
The only thing I can feel is the pain.
The only memory I have of him
Is of a phantom in my dream
Visiting me one last time
before he was gone.
What was reality is now no more.
Illusion, a trap, don’t be fooled
By the delusion of this life.
Soon I will be gone too.
The road was winding
Curves and Bushes
Playing hide and seek
With the seashore.
I heard the ocean’s call
Alluring me to sit and talk,
As I used to talk with him
Every time we meet.
The Ocean and I have always
been close friends. Something
About the sea makes you want
To pour your soul out knowing
It will go deep and safe, and he
I parked the car away at the nearby
Street. Climbing the hill to the
Shore. The hill was steep,
I looked around, and looked down
To the slippery sand beneath my feet.
The path laid in front of me
Was a maze of Bushes and sand dunes.
I reached a fork in the road. Paths and
Trails right and left. I was lost.
I still can hear the calls of the sea,
But where is he?
Something about the sea, makes you trust him.
As old friends, he greets me
With wide open heart and
Generous giving spirit, he
Greets me with waves of
Cheers and laughter of
The gulls…even when he
Is angry or grim. “Welcome back,
You are home, you are here.” He always said.
I was near, but not there yet.
At the twilight time when
Not many were on the trails.
I got up and stood there and
Contemplated at life choices.
How many trails we got to choose,
And how many got us lost.
Only then I heard others approaching,
Laughing and calling on each other. Giggling
Trying to find each others through the maze.
Trying to reach the sea…like me. I heard a girl
Calling. “I found the sea!” “I found the sea!”
She said: “Go towards the light.”!
A dream is a window for the soul
A door, a porter for it to soar
Beyond the chains of reality.
A dream is beyond the three
Dimensions, beyond all boundaries.
A vision, a bubble of thought
To float around what may be,
Or should have been…in faith
Of what to come.
A dream is like breath
To the soul-breathing the air
Of the vast possibilities of the universe.
Restless is the soul, roaming in space
Until it reaches its dream.
A dream comes true,
Here, now-living a beautiful reality.
I look up at the sun
Rising up everyday
In spite of long nights
Cold winters, dark and grey.
Our lovely sun
Spreading light and warmth
To everyone East, West,
South, and North
I looked up at the sun
And all I saw was brightness
Clear, and true. I had a revelation.
I looked down and around
Right and left..far and wide…
Shocked at what I saw:
Poverty, wars, killing…madness.
Injustice & inequality filled the land
Few had a lot, filled with gluttony
Greed and pride. whips in their hand
Chains of all kinds.
I saw some white, some yellow
Some brown and some black.
I closed my eyes and wished
That I was color blind.
I looked back up at the sun
And was filled with inspiration.
I had a dream, I knew that
A lot has to be done.
Unity, togetherness, and determination.
That soon fairness, Equality,
And Justice will rule the nation.
A man Human
A man deformed
Is a man without
Humanity is a collective
Concept that unites
People not divide.
A common ground
For all our children
To grow safe and
For all societies
To flourish & thrive.
Humanity is the dream
The present, the past.
It is the drive
For compassion to bring
Us together, reach out
For each other to live
Continue living and survive.