Reminiscence

  I looked out the window -  And the scenes before my eyes took the shape of my life.. The open fields, the trees, the sky Grew distant more and more They slowly, steadily morphed into Memories from life before The people, places, incidents All flashed through randomly And yet, if you could look beyond You'd feel the symphony The light was brighter than before The darkness seemed so weak The hot blind tears of chagrin Strung mirth, instead of bleak I looked at me, I looked at them Looked till my heart was full Its funny how much clarity This abstract view could pull I looked out the window - And smiled for the sheer gift of it.

I looked up at the sky – the only splash of blue amongst the myriad hues of green and brown that surrounded me on all sides. Not a single white cloud attempted to stain its cerulean charm, and in that moment, all I could wish for was wings – wings to fly and touch the blue up above, to let it soak into my skin, to become the sky… I looked down at my feet – a muddy shade of brown, blending into the earth beneath me – and sighed. As I did so, I felt my color turning slightly darker, and a sense of foreboding started creeping up my back. It always did when I felt my skin taking on a hue darker than what was around me. To block it out, I closed my eyes and turned my face up towards the sky again, feeling its brightness from behind closed lids and a warmth spread through me. “It’s the colorful lizard!” The high-pitched voice of a baby squirrel interrupted my thoughts. I opened my eyes and, all at once, my other senses opened as well. For the first time I noticed the buzz of the forest ...

As you experience life more and more, some of the concepts that seemed too abstract to wrap around your head, become more tangible, easier to believe and live with. Such a one is detachment... How can you be passionate without attachment? How can you not care and yet love? These questions bugged me as a teenager. But now, nearing 25, I find this curiously satisfying feeling of something I can only term as detachment touch me at unexpected moments, filling me with a calm serenity. At most other moments I crave it, and cannot find it. But in some rare, pure moments, I experience care without strings, if such a thing might be. I experience an absence of negativity. It's not the same as being aloof, 'cause sadness still has its grip on me. But the grip that felt like claws biting into the flesh now feels like a compassionate hand resting on the back - supportive,  understanding.. At others, in moments of pride and success, instead of a wild ecstasy filling my lungs, a blissful...

Down the forest path lined with dried up red and yellow leaves, a lady made her way as dawn broke out over the sky and the little village in the distance vanished from sight.   She was dressed in a flowing white robe, tied up at the waist with a silvery green shimmering ribbon. Her long auburn hair, flowing carelessly in the slightly chilly morning breeze, was tied up with a similar ribbon – or was it a little vine? Her face was calm and smiling, but her eyes betrayed the sadness inside her, as a lone tear trickled down her cheek. In her hand, she carried a beautiful white lily. .        .        . (A month ago…) (Daphne) As I made my way down the forested path, the aura of the trees and animals surrounding me seemed to grow warmer, more radiant. The fading sunlight shone through the gaps in the sprawling green canopy above me. I could sense a clearing up ahead. As I neared the place, the blooms of a hundred...