Monday, April 14, 2008


The past is gone. Like memories hidden in hair, whisked away in a day. And clear, bright skies now. The tree that was barren a month back is filled with green, pregnant with fruit. I always associate summer with the smell of mango trees and grass, and the buzzing of insects.

I've seen myself change a million times. And change is always the best medicine. For boredom, for heartbreak, for inspiration, for dreams.

I sometimes think it's amazing what we do, think, or feel is always already symblolized in Nature. Nature can't express itself in words, so we tend to be blind to it. The whispering in the wind, the tedious crawling of ants, the love struck mingling of branches, the gentle wag of a puppy...

I'm embracing change, even if it means to forego familiarity. I know those who are stuck in time, for years and years. And life is passing by. When I think of how many years have already passed, it still comes as a surprise. I always feel time is breathing heavily down my neck. So much to do, so little done.

So much to change, so much..everything...


Warriorpoet said...

Interesting post..hmm.....almost a pattern emerging from the last few.

Gosh!! Your are starting to sound so grown up. ;o)

Or maybe "Richard" said it best:
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

It is summer almost guess the Northern Lights are firing up.

Cheers! Neo

Aurora Sky said...

neo: i'm a lil' too grown up i guess..can't recognise myself any more..
thanks for the lines from shakespeare..i love the words 'winter of our discontent'..steinbeck even wrote a book of the same name..

Warriorpoet said...

Ahh...should have known you would make the conecction. If I might add two things then: It is a great book and I am very proud of you.

Neo: You're afraid of change. I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell how it's going to begin.