A Discussion: Religion

Today I had the pleasure to participate in an impromptu discussion with a friend. It touched the subject of religion – something that has been bothering my mind these past months. I did not know exactly when it started, but I guess the topic of religion has long found a home in the depth of my mind – only surfaced for a brief moment at random times.

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A Theme Song

A joyful thing happened to me today!

I found a recording that I thought I had lost!

I have always loved singing – mostly just for fun – but this one is very special. I sang the song for a friend’s wedding, and this recording was a part of weeks of practice. But more than that, I hold this recording dear to my heart because it involved two of my favorite people: the one for whom I sang and the one with whom I practiced.

In an attempt to cherish the memories and moments we shared (and because I obviously do not want to lose the recording), I put it (in the facade of an amateurish video – hey thanks, VivaVideo!) up on YouTube.

Click here if you want to listen and brave the consequences.

Truth

This is not the same stepping stone,
but everything else is:
The color I use to paint you
The pieces I assemble
The method I use to tell our story
The things they say
about how you love me, too
and the question that remains–
how much does it resemble your truth?

The Scraped Window

For the child inside the broken house
with the paint faded,
the door loosened
the window scraped
due to ages of damage
beyond repair,
the world is a dull sight–
a messy, unhappy place

There are no faces, only figures
and kindness is a language unheard of
for the child inside the broken house
with the paint faded,
the door loosened
the window scraped
due to ages of damage
beyond repair

“Why don’t you clean the window?”
asked a girl who stops by
“The world is colorful, not clouded by tedious dust.”
“Why don’t you fix the door?”
asked a boy who lives next door
“It’s pretty dangerous to leave it unlocked.”
“Why don’t you paint the walls?”
asked a man who is just strolling
“It makes the neighborhood ugly.”

Little does the girl know
that the window is dirty
because she and her friends keep running
over the pool in front of the house

The boy does not remember
that he was the one
who broke the door
on his visit years ago

The man does not suspect
that the child has no money to pay for paint
and the child has no one to ask for help
because the child has lived there alone for quite some time

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Closure

Five years, seven months, twenty-six days

That’s two thousand and sixty-five days in total

Trillions of hours, minutes, seconds

Six seasons of Game of Thrones

Dozens of conversations

over dozens of glasses

Before a line is drawn

and the book finally

ends

 

 

 

October 21

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You see through my eyes | you think in my mind | you step with my feet | you walk where I go | you live in my shadow | you breathe in my air | even when I’m alone you are there | there | there | here | here | here | taking over my life | taking over me | taking over the core of everything | shaping me | breaking me | moulding me | shaking my ground | cutting my ropes | draining my heart into nothing | quizzing my brain towards losing | reducing this love into something | shameless | eternal | repetitive | remembered | while really all I need is to take that one leap of faith to leave you on the land of wishful thinkings and the courage to stop