Traveling Tears

Tears are millions of pairs of legs
That find their way to escape pain
And hide slowly by the heat of the day.
Will it be recognised?

Their journeys belong to this body
That grows old on a curve of age,
Born and died along one same line.
Will it be remembered?

Don’t be afraid to let the teardrops out
And release them with no doubt.
They won’t leave you for nothing.
They travel,
They evaporate.
They ship your baggage
That might be excessive if you carry them home at the same time.

Let the teardrops out
And celebrate them with no regret.
They will wait right in front of your home door.
They prepare a house warming for you,
They make your bed for you to rest.
They unpack all your luggage
That might tire you if you do it yourself at the same time.

Tears are millions of pairs of legs
That run to the ocean where you’ll unite with the Beloved
And never be lost again....

Cherish the tears!

A free verse from a heart that cries everywhere with no reason….

Temasek – Dec. 16, 2020 / 23:17

Tears

What is tear?

I can cry in agony,
I can cry in pain,
I can cry happy,
I can cry angry,

I can cry with all reasons.

But I cry the same tears.

Singapore – August 11, 2019 / 1:06pm

Useful links:
https://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-the-lacrimal-gland.htm#didyouknowout

https://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/photos/12-facts-change-way-see-elephants/elephants-can-cry

Photo borrowed from: https://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/photos/12-facts-change-way-see-elephants/elephants-can-cry elephant-tears.jpg.1000x0_q80_crop-smart

Weeping Ney – free verse

Ney….
Your song pulled me down in to the depth of abyss
Gliding with no weight,
Free falling –

Ney….
Your tone touched me on the hollow emptiness
Craving for sensations,
Crashing on nothingness.

Ney….
Your call dragged me along the path that I know well, yet
I am lonely and blind,
Waiting for a map.

Ney….
Do you know I’ve been here all my life,
My breath,
My step,
My tear,
My despair,
All of mine.

Ney….
You are the breeze that sweeps my draught
Then soars;
The dewdrop that breaks my morning
Then wakes up;
The spark that lights up my flame
Then burns.
The dirt that buries my hope
Then grows.

Ney….
It is you
That swirls like earth spiraled upwards by tornado,
And travels afar before it hits the door of heaven.

Ney….
I am taking your hands.
Your weeping cries will always accompany my journey
To you, Ney.

Phnom Pehn – August 2, 2019 – 22:45