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Take me where the sun shines and white clothes dye green
Take me where balmy nights are forever seen
Take me where your kisses adorn my hair like jasmine from my land
Take me where our voices are whispered so we can hear the silence of many brookes
Take me to Massey Residence to see the waterlilies with my heart
Take me where I know you will be there
To cut a cake equally so that bearers of the cake feel they have ate enough to wish the cake reciever a great occassion and enough so that others do not think they have essentially ”pigged out”. Occurs in a variety of places, seemingly at offices where ‘work’ is supposed to happen.
So I and a dear friend were conversing; how racism and other things affect us. She was telling me about judaism and how most people figure that all jewish people are just rich. And worse that somehow they were always like this. So I remember wanting to challenge the idea that we sometimes conform to generalizations. But this in itself is most complex. Conformity requires much needed loyalty. We need to disregard exceptions. We need to narrow our minds and focus on one perspective. We need to stagnate our own thoughts because in the brisk desert of conformity, our thoughts are the deep, blue and wide waterholes. They don’t exist.
So is it as terrible as it sounds? Well quite frankly, its horrible. Why would you not want to challenge someone else’s view? Especially if it disregards the very foundation of integrity. So when someone at the water cooler points out at purple people and glees, “honestly how did they (imagine large herd of purple people) get this far?” Come up with an equally amazing response such as: “I don’t get it, you obviously made it this far.”
You then have just made ‘me’, the blog me, extremely joyful. And a thank you will be passed along in the form of airmiles points.
Recently I went to a close relative’s wedding, I know the couple well. And of course like all great things, this was a great thing too. I was happy and more importantly the couple was happy. The groom and bride are deaf and mute and ever so beautiful. They are lovely together and separate like sugar and tea. I love that. I think sometimes in the rush of things to come, to plan, to proportionate, to wonder, we forget that miracles exist. I remember speaking to him once, using the little sign language and alot of paper to articulate my words that if he was seeing someone. And in reply, he confessed: ” I don’t know where to look.” And now a few years later, he’s a husband to a beautiful person, and I wonder back to that conversation; little miracles do exist and happen all around us. They come into our lives in different forms and wander about trying to catch our attention, and more often then not we miss them.
As I approached the couple to congratulate, I gleamed my large toothed smile and thought…oh how oh how could words possibly escape me.
I am entering a wood where I don’t belong
There are no moss that grow on trees
No red-winged blackbirds, the hum of bees
Nonexistent
Here no one comes, and if they do
No one leaves
The mighty sway of a million boughs
Imminent yet sadly also a lullaby
Here the watchers are watched
The watched are blessed
it is dark, lonely but free
You are to stand alone
‘Look here’ says the blue of crisp darkness
‘No, not here’ says the wispsy ferns
No directions exist
because then you would know where you are going
Integrity becomes a question
Righteousness is the answer
Freedom is slow
Frality is fast
‘Choose wisely’ says the wood
To the greatest ideas these pages shall give birth to..wishes that you too change this Earth, change everlasting, spawning greater and greater ideas…for all we’ll ever be are the ideas we have left behind…
-Geetha ‘07
I’ve watched you
smell the daisies by the road, walk barefoot lightly so earth wouldn’t be hurt
spoken softly of dear ones, sometimes worried, sometimes truly, deeply in love
inspired, I wrote what little words could have described you…
but I remembered that more then being written and spoken and heard
It is that you are in my thoughts that makes you there: right between soul and my heart
zzz this is for you…
for if we are lonely, lost and hurt
Our faith in ourselves shall carry us through
for if we are banished, never to be seen
Our faith in others shall make us exist
for if we are brought down to our knees
Our faith in truth shall set us free
For all these, I live in the faith that we have faith in these
