English: Cathedral cliff edge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Come dance with me
My legs are itching
I have this disease
That makes the soul scratch
Let’s step up and stomp down
Feel the mood rise
Let’s savour the groovy moment
Like a delicious foreplay
Don’t let the music stop
Don’t give the man release yet
The legs itch and soul scratch
And we dance to that rhythm
It’s not time to quench this fire
Let us take it higher still
It may add colour to the climax
And the disease may find its cure
Maybe we will dance so well
And lose ourselves to the rhythm
Our souls dying at the climax
As we drown in the melody
Till we tango off the edge of the cliff!
I am crying every way I can.
I am trying to express this on paper every way I can.
Now I am never going to get over this also.
Now I am getting used to the tears of previous seasons gone by haunting me with the turn of a new season.
There were waves of terrorist attacks in the region where I was last winter. The region was isolated from the usual life I had been used to. The people were very different from the people I had grown up with –and not just in physical appearance/resemblance. I was at a new phase of my career. I had moments of fun and all sorts. It was supposed to be a very eventful/memorable period of my life.
But, whenever I look back on that season of my life, I only remember the times I sang to you under the sun’s glory, my headphones booming steadily against my eardrums. I only remember the times I played with thoughts of you whilst jauntily strolling in the evening’s peace. I only remember crying in sweet fondness as I prayed to you in the peak chill of the night’s dark. I only remember waking up in high hopes of spending the new day with you every morning’s bright. Our moments together have become fairy-ghosts that haunt my every recollection of that phase of my life. It’s like I am having selective amnesia; and my memories are being replaced completely with only those that have to do with you. At this rate, I won’t have any have any recollection of my growing up years before I met you. I won’t remember the fact that I spent 6 years of my life studying to be a doctor. Heck! One day, I will probably wake up with no memories of my name or who I am. But, I know I will remember every moment we spend together. Fairy-ghosts now eat up the parts of my brain storing the information about all else, as I remember more clearly only those long-gone moments having to do with you. I am losing bits of “me”. It’s not so much about losing those pieces of information as is about losing the essence of “me”, my past, my experiences, my perceptions of the past. There’s more: it’s even affecting my perception of the present. I am at a function, and instead of focusing on analysing the people and personality profiling, I am thinking about how that function could somehow relate to you; and what I’d do with you; and you showing up promiscuously in the arena.
I am not just me again.
P.S.: And I’ll look in the mirror one day and will see you. You might as well change my physical form to yours. I couldn’t care less again!
The best way to fall
From a height
Is to fall
You don’t know what’s there below.
If it’s something good, then you will receive a happy surprise.
If it’s something evil, then you will suffer by seeing ahead the danger you are inevitably falling into.
So, whether it’s into an abyss of faith, of love, or off the edge of a cliff,
Turn your back away from the emptiness below;
Step off with your right and stronger leg –
So you will find it hard to regain balance with your weaker left leg, IF you change your mind sometime later;
Then step off deliberately and calculatedly and cautiously with your left leg,
Because if you step off carelessly, you may fall haphazardly and bruise yourself painfully against the rough slopy side of the height as you go down.
Fall away backward
To what awaits you there.
Face it! You can’t help yourself much when faced with your hormones and love,
Or with the oustmarting evil of the human nature and the dark world
Or with the power of overwhelming love and life of the Christ’s realm.
Why not fall backwards???