Dogma, Beloved, The least she can hold in life. She is full of quests.
What human beings should think of being sick is it is a tool materialised by Life to make them stop or at least slow down especially from analysing every single thing. Yet human beings often forget that blessing should not be always gift-wrapped in fancy paper with ribbons; it might be sometimes humbly bundled in a sack.
Blimey! Why do I have so many sacks? And poorly unable to untie them successfully 😎
I never want to hurt myself, I just didn’t know who you are. I got hurt by a cactus in a desert Who pricks little fingers, Who just want to touch this life softly, Not hurting, not taking anything away.
Wounded, I decided to blame stupidity: Why did I have to have to have to have to have to just touch cacti? I should have left that arid land long before I touched a prickly spirit.
A delayed regret is less important than a lesson learned but it always gives a story the most significant pivot.
Now I’ll just admire from here From where I stand With millions of prayers For a secret journey. Yet I know you are a ghost days and nights.
Someday when I pour down the rain, You’ll know. Love is as sweet as water in drought— Maybe— If it is not late....
Can you hear a flow of some rhythms? Kicking off from nowhere, entering these earlobes and stay for a while before it fades away through mind…. There, the flow is curling like bellowing smoke — white, high and sublimized. No words are able to accompany the rhythm flow, no body understands how beautiful it is but ears, only ears. The music is for ears to hear, to listen…. The review is the listening itself. When you still produce words to describe the music, it is not the ultimate — Beethoven composed symphonies to be enjoyed by ears, not to criticized by verbal expression. He didn’t expect people would make him a worshipped maestro. He kept composing, transferring what was flowing through his ears and head…. And, when the vibration reaches us, Beethoven is just here together with his music presenting to the Universe in us….
Tidakkah kau dengar alunan nada itu? Bermula dari tiada, memasuki telinga dan berdiam sejenak lalu menghilang perlahan merasuki kepala…. Di sanalah alunan itu melingkar-lingkar bagai asap yang membubung tinggi — putih, tinggi dan muai. Tak satu kata pun mampu menerjemahkannya, tak satu makhluk pun paham keindahannya kecuali telinga, hanya telinga. Musik ini untuk ditangkap oleh telinga, untuk didengar…. Penghargaan musik adalah dengan mendengarkan. Kalau kau masih mampu berkata-kata menyifati musik, berarti music itu belum seberapa — Beethoven menggubah simfoni-simfoni demi dinikmati oleh telinga, bukan untuk kritik musika. Dia tak meminta orang menjadikannya maestro yang dipuja-puja. Beethoven terus menggubah, menerjemahkan alunan yang masuk ke dalam telinga dan kepalanya….. Dan, saat getaran itu mencapai kita, Beethoven sedang di sini mempersembahkan musiknya kepada Semesta di jiwa kita…..
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