Today I did it –
Pulled the plug (just for a while)
For some much-needed
Attention on the writings
Does it matter, if I
Pulled the plug (just for a while)
I’m not sure, but for that
Sense of time in space
Perhaps, maybe, so.
He sidled up from behind and peered over my shoulder as I busily scribbled at my desk.
“You are doing Math?”
“You gave me a fright. Yes, I am. Why?”
His grin quickly changed into a look of seriousness when I turned around with a scrutiny of evaluation. He let out a cough at my gaze of suspicion before continuing.
“Well. ‘Y’ is indeed the question.”
It was starting to feel like we were pulling neverending puns on each other.
“You know how there are variables in Math equations, represented by letters like ‘y’ and ‘x’ and et cetera?”
“And how usually the value of ‘y’ changes with the value of ‘x’ or vice versa?”
Was it going to be a revision of calculus? He let out a chortle, as if reading my thoughts at that moment.
“Now, you would say these variables are affected by each other, won’t you? In whatever way they are related.“
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Now, consider the constant in a relation, sometimes abbreviated endearingly as ‘c’. It is an important part of it, but yet it remains unchanged, regardless what happens to either or both variables.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
I was getting more and more perplexed. He must have noticed, and thus let out a reassuring grin before continuing.
“So, assuming both the variable and the constant in a relationship could take on positive values only. The variable could still result in a negative result, but the constant always positively amplifies the outcome. That right?”
He continued, looking at me, still smiling.
“My Math question for you today is: assuming you are a positive value. Would you choose to be a variable, subjected to the fluctuations of other variables, or would you choose to be an unwavering constant?”
He gave me a bright grin, then sauntered away, whistling.
I think I know my answer.
This has been on my mind for a while now, since I saw the tree outside my apartment undergo some major pruning. I had felt sad, but I guess there’s more to rejoice.
“What’s going on?” I cried, rushing out into the garden.
He had a ladder against a tree and was at the topmost rung, perched and holding a saw, gazing up into the leafy arms. On the ground lay several piles of leaf-sprouting branches.
He saw me standing arms akimbo below and waved down at me, yelling, “I’m pruning the trees!”
“But why? They looked so beautiful with their crowns of green,” I pouted. “Now they look all ugly and bare!” I looked at the stumps of nothing against the bright blue skies and felt upset all over again.
“I feel like the trees have wasted all their efforts growing themselves out.”
“Yeah I know; they were glorious weren’t they?”
He came down from the ladder and stood beside me, looking up at the stumps too. “But pruning has way more benefits that outweigh this temporary ugliness.”
“Well yeah… I suppose…”
He glanced over at me sulking and laughed.
“Well, pruning helps to remove deadwood that hampers trees from growing to their best potential, and also helps to shape them and redirect their growth.”
He leaned the saw gently against the tree, then continued, gazing kindly at me.
“When they grow better, and in the right directions, they become healthier. At the same time, risks from falling branches are reduced while yield or quality of flowers and fruits are increased.”
“Yeah… I suppose you are right,” I replied grudgingly.
“That’s what you can look forward to. But it will take some time.” He patted me on the shoulder and winked. “But I assure you, it will be a magnificent sight to behold.”
And so I wait, for that magnificence to unfold.
She asked me, with a
Chirpy smile if I was going to
Get the latest mobile phone, not
Unlike the rest of them enquiring of
Other material goals and milestones
That signify a successful life.
Or do they?
Don’t get me wrong, there’s
Nothing wrong with seeking still
Greater gratifications, for
Life is already such a tedious chore
That surely a little indulgence –
Perhaps two – would lend meaning.
Or do they?
I tarried to explain that I already
Own the greatest treasure
One could ever have –
A soul unshackled by carrots of
The human race, living by its calling
Past the end of human days
So I just smiled and replied that
I have not that need, and pray one
Day, that their burdens be light
And their yoke easy.
I want to know you –
Your typical morning habits
What you totally hate eating
What you actually mean when
You don’t say a word, or do
Little things that often go
Unnoticed, except when time
Stands still, but time is
Never on our side, so
Before it’s too late
I want to know you.
Cooking is dangerous business –
In the process, one must face
The possibilities of being
Sliced by knives, splattered by oil
Even pierced by an unseen bone
Bloodied, blistered, and bruised
Yet we continue, without fear
For it is a miraculous sum of parts
And so is love.
We hold beneath our
Skins, skewed perspectives but
Forget that, sometimes, like
All things in nature, they
In a parallel universe
We could be sitting before
Each other, taking in every
Nuance of our connection;
And our souls would meet
On such spiritual planes
That they would flow and
Weave us together again.
Something I promised a friend; part one first while the rest writes itself, in due time. 😉
Dimly lit and cosy, the interior of the bar contrasted sharply with the summer sidewalks and idyllic outdoors.
She made her way casually, yet not undeliberately down the hallway. The men glanced up and stared; they always do. But she was not distracted.
And there he was.
Tailored blue jacket thrown over white linen shirt and fitted blue jeans, accompanied by the usual glass of red and an air of relaxed elegance, at the far table beside the curtained windows.
She turned and walked in his direction, a slight smile turning up the corners of her mouth as he looked up that instance and saw her. He smiled, then got up as she arrived at the table.
“It’s been a while.”
“Indeed; how have you been?”
“Well, life goes on.”
“Like a bachata.”
“Yes, we dance – sad words to beautiful melodies – and that makes life more bearable.”
A smile in his eyes, and she could not help smiling back. Linking her arm in his, they walked down together to the dance floor.