Death hurts. Death makes us alive. Sometimes.
Sometimes, living hurt more than death.
Suddenly, deep compassions has arrive like a merchant ship from the East
The day the oceans evaporated into an unknown skies,
we became humans again. We died too, with our souls. The day a bird of prey took away the only child
of the widow from Maki.
Tenderness has arrive; deep inside the souls hardened rooms.
Saints weeping. Sinners mourning. All of us sat on ash heaps. As if we lost our own bosom child.
Love has arrive. Gratitude has arrive.
The soul of this city is alive, weaving new threads
to reconnect ourselves together again.
Now my eyes have seen what it never saw
a day before the oceans emptied itself into deep into shadows of darkness
Who would have thought,
that common enemies would become friends,
lifting each other soul to the embrace of the the smiling sun.
Humility has arrive. Pride is a forgotten allied.
Offenses, the principal of our egotistical set tables are trashed into dustbins.
Forgiveness has arrive, ‘cause our hearts are
pliable, and contrite like liquid love; overwhelmed by
the madness of the oceans disappearing.
How long can we keep this fire burning?
As long as we ponder and reflect on our own fragility and
the uncertainty of life.
As long as we could look deeper within our own souls,
that nothing is here forever, except love.
Sometimes I wonder why one has to die —
Before the world is awakened from her slumber
like Phoenix rising.
But, such is the mystery of life.
I’ll truly miss the day I’ll disappear —
O’ I’ll miss those beautiful songs and chants of those who never
shared their bread in my afflictions. That is another mystery of life—
We shall be loved by those who genuinely loved us,
and those who never did, and even those who prayed for our demise.
at the edge of eternity. Maybe I’ll smile — gripped by
the mere sight of cosmic awakening and
the thick hypocrisy on the faces of those who never loved us.
INSPIRED by
Kobe Bryant’s Demise
May His Soul Rest in Peace