MY RHYTHMIC RIDDANCE: Poetic Fallacy Versus Mortal Reality

(This is my original article published on www.sayitaloud.com)

I had lived by the rhythm of silence and wandered upon the depths of emptiness. And in one of my trysts with destiny, I got by at one thought and painted it before the brush of my imaginations run dry. It echoed across mountains; embedded upon the dew of a fresh morning where sweet red roses blossomed to greet the rising sun with its tempting scent. And so when the whisper of a cold breeze kissed my vivid memories, I let my raw intuition set a footprint of its own before the vicious extravagance of the cold November rain sweeps the juice of my dreams away into the rubbles of unforgiving pasts.

So it reads: Upon the walls of infinity I had breathed unspoiled joys and neglected sorrows; outlived each and every tantrum of stone-hearted seasons in which the undesirables withered painfully upon the sweetness of vanity and abundance of scarcity. Beneath the divine beauty of pompous heavens, creatures of this piece of brown matter were thrown deep in isolation into the vast darkness; so lived were the weak deceived and manipulated by the wickedness of greed and arrogance helplessly sapped from within. As the glittering brightness of dimming shadows encroached upon my sight, so were the tears tainted with innocence went bleak, wiping out every sense of its towering glories of moral gluttony. When the clouds of vengeance approached to kiss the ocean of infidelity, the harrowing wind of stormy seas had lacerated the souls of its tormentors with lightning streaks streaming its way through the roots of iniquity. Awakened by the creeping chill of fire upon my feet, this humble spirit arose from its stillness and put his paintbrush to rest…. for a while.

One score and fourteen years had past since the majestic facade of Heaven opened up its womb before me and saw light for the first time against the backdrop of the grandeur blue skies. Two hundred and seventy days going back after the celebration of life, this being, formed in frail substance, had to survive the tremors of uncertainty inside the nest of humanity hatched by the warmth and comforting love and affection of one life that had preceded me. Where peace and serenity thrived upon me within the paradise of innocence, so were the insurmountable adversities and cruelties that the bearer of life had to face in her journey into the gates of deliverance.

This unborn life in me had to sleep for more than two hundred days, while my host had to endure those sleepless nights in pain and misery for her profound love and eternal compassion she afforded me. If this well-endeared soul had been guaranteed to fulfill his destiny to the point of depriving the bearer of her own life makes a lot of sense that this human in me had to keep the promise of love to the one who brought me here, next only to the divine creator. I kept that promise, and would make it happen since I made my first cry.

But for quite some time these lips had been sealed off by the thin layer of innocence; my voices weren’t heard, but this heart had graciously uttered words of gratitude in its every beat. And by the time these tears would fall down my face to kiss the earth from which the first human creation was drawn from, the hands of time began its journey that would bring me to this distant far away land.

I had greeted this world with a rhythmic cry, so did everyone who came before me. And so their journey would lead them to a different path, as I did choose for my own. I saw how life could be bitter to me, and to them who struggled the same way as anyone should. I had outlived countless waves of challenges along my way; rode with it once, or twice, and learned to keep my feet on the ground once stumbled - looking back to it and never walked away from it, as I had been since the dawn of my youth.

Even at the midst of the storm, it was the shadow of my pasts that brought me straight to my destination and carried me home. In such a cold night, where the wind had blown away my courage and faith, just like a pirate who would plunder a ship, the dimming brilliance of a lighthouse where my pasts once stood would always restore the calmness of my soul that would be sailing again towards the oceans of hope.

And before the dimming sun cloaked in twilight, I saw myself coming right into the middle of the oceans of life. Thirty four years since an uncharted journey began, I learned to fish, caught good ones, and bad ones as well. The bounty that was being held beneath the amiable face of the charming ocean waters would be at the hands of anyone whose faith and determination didn’t stop by just hoping and praying alone. It’s all free but would never be easy. I burned my skin under the scorching heat of the sun; drained my soul nearly all of its substance; and did work hard to do the best in every way I could without stepping into someone’s shoes; but most of all, I prayed that once I cast my net into the sea I would be blessed with the bounty that had been reserved for everyone. Only after I did all these things that I could hope that life would again be better for me.

Life is cruel, but only to those who don’t work an inch harder than they should. Life is what we make it. Life is brief, so live life in a meaningful way. For not doing anything you would be living in vain. I had my own share of despair. When times get rough and tough, don’t leave yourself hanging by a thread, but instead face it squarely with a huge smile on your face. It is when you are down that you need to be happy. Always open up your heart and touch things coming into your way with love and compassion, no matter how bitter they may be. I may not have a huge heart, but there was never a single time where I let anger and hatred lock the doors of my heart down. For how could you let go of the impurities of your heart and dispense a rightful disposition when it has been stuck all along with undesirable ingredients that poisons the good things inside of you. You don’t need to be a saint to accomplish the genuine purpose of life. Being simple in every way would make you less susceptible to the materialistic influence that often times corrupt your soul. In this way, you would learn how to appreciate life and everything that comes with it.