Mom, I know what it means now
To be in love
Psst, she says
No I think I do Mom, at some minute level at least
I kind of understand this cliche
But naturally I think I know it better than that
Because this fallen feeling is securely fragile
It's like being under a house of cards
Come, come with me I'll show you
It is worth the edged unknown
The air is weightless here
It is thin and you don't need to breath hard
I seem to be staring at my hands
Moving them within curiosity
As though I just discovered them
As though I realized how alive I truly am
Bone flesh and blood
Is it all in me? Generating itself?
For it's not wondering why it is doing so, but just does
And perhaps I shouldn't wonder why I am here
But just do
Exist with a dance of the soul and be useful
And love, LOVE
Is the highest I can offer
So Mom, I'm practicing the art
In practicing, I think I am showing
And showing love perhaps is being in love

You're like the ocean to me
I become a part of the sea
Every time I visit the beach
Every time I'm in the water

I'm laying in your motion
Stay for awhile dear ocean
Touch my hand and you'll understand
Touch my soul, please don't let go

My body floats floats floats
And my eyes are closed while you're close
Though you may not always be here
May your spirit still live in me, near

It's interesting how the tiniest of events lead to another. I've been working on a blog website & I think it's practically prepared to start showing so I was scoping out people to get opinions. I have an older cousin who has graduated a few years back that majored in art and is pursuing it in his humble life. Only now have I become fascinated that him and I strive for an artistic life among our family and I've never initiated a connection. Anyways, then I saw things he has been posting and there was a video, so I proceeded to play and watch it as you may do the same. Come back here after.


http://www.boingboing.net/2011/01/04/donuts-genocide-and.html

It was one of those moments where life washes over you. This provoked me to call my parents in the middle of the video and ask my mom if in their free time can she and my dad make a timeline of their lives. To include not only struggles but perhaps good memories also and the feelings connected to such events. I know blurry bits and pieces, but I can never get a feel of how they are through past reasoning since I'm not as aware as I'd like to be. I'd like to gain more understanding, especially through their own reflections. So this is a message cyberly being sent through the universe that please, please let my parents take mental journeys to bring forth realization, renewed appreciation, and acknowledgment for both me and them. It's beyond belief to know my parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents went through this when they came over from Cambodia at this same time. How fascinating that my childhood visits to my grandparents donut shops were much more than my focus to get rainbow sprinkles. A great amount more. That my family has gone through these similar hardships and how easy it is to wash away the bad thoughts, leaving them unknown for the people of different time.

A fear of not being successful.
Does life seem like it should have an end of success or not?
Is there an end goal or a processed means
I'd say I live within subtle success
A flowing pool of correct direction
Because if you say your fear is not succeeding
If you don't reach this ideal of success
Is your life not seen as a failure?
How irrelevant it seems for a lifetime to have a mark of pass or fail
You are not quite refined and you will never be
But slowly and surely you move towards that mold

And to be simply put, I like people who are moving as well
The static kind stay in their spot
Barely unchanging
Has their idea of progression fallen at lost?

Has mine yet, will it ever?
Because once you're figured out we can only look backwards into you

A Mental Push

You are a fascinating specimen
But maybe it's because you are new
New to my world and I am new to yours
For now it's only a countdown
A ticking until I find you less interesting
Unless you beat me to it

This is what some fear isn't it?
To rid of all mystery and find an empty circle
Look around though
The walls of the empty circular room
Closer, come here
Don't stop at the limits of your brain
Stretch and pull those questions out from the air
They're waiting to be put to good use
To think you're done getting to know someone is like thinking you've learned everything
Impossible
Release from those restrictions
Go figure out things, willingly as you can be
Find use to benefit from it
And we will tip our hat off to you

Just for the Moment

Only in that freeze of time does the world turn into one
We all feel the same for each other
For this subject the souls forge their energy towards
Every hand is mentally clenched together with understanding
That yes, we do know where you are coming from
Every atom is familiar with this kind of tragedy deep in their molecules
Those haunting bells that give tribute even sympathize







But then time passes on as we must do
And that moment left us with a feathered feeling
The connection we grasped left as if it didn't need us anymore
And we let go as well