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Walking To Paradise
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I'm standing there, with my shawl draped across my face, staring across the horizon. It's been a long time since I saw life, something more than the earthly sight of plain, endless, beige sea. Surrounding me are infinite hills of sand dunes, mimicking the waves of a torrential sea storm. My hands are withered by the constant contact with the hot sand, my skin polished smooth by the breezes filled with the hot desert sand. The only things I have are the pair of footprints that follow my trail, slowly to be forgotten as they are blown away. By dawn, I'm led by instincts and memories, by dusk, I peer upon the night sky, the mystical belt of Orion as my guide. A chilly wind blows from the back. The sun is setting. Tonight, I'll be resting here, in the middle of a barren land till the black shroud lifts from my eyes.It all seem as though like a dream. Like a garden, full of flora and beauty, fruits of every kind. To the right, a little stream by the tree that bore those fruits of savoury sweet taste. The leaves stretched far out over the canopy, providing shade for the undergrowth. That land of paradise, I briefly could recall. When I closed my eyes and listened closely to the song of the garden, I could feel you, your presence covering the place. A place of haven, no striving, no conflicts, just an indescribable peace and serenity that filled my heart. Having communion with you, resting in your arms.
I can hear the scuttling of salamanders across the sands. It's back to my lonely walk. The footprints of yesterday are gone. I'm don't know which direction to go, but I'm used to facing that choice every time I wake up. A short stroll chances upon a tent. Mirages, I term them. A place where everything seems to be of wine and merry. The good laughter, toasts, and feasting. All is good for a well, and suddenly, with a magical snap, everything disappears. I'm left alone, lost, with my insides emptier than ever. I've gotta used to them. Sometimes, I don't even bother and carry on. Other times, the deep desire of companionship draws me towards their spells, falling for the lure, only to be emptier.
No, I'm not lost. I know where I'm going. I searching for that place, the one in my dreams. I just don't know where. Each day I choose a direction to walk. I wonder how many times I have tread this path already. This timeless walk. I'm exhausted, I'm lonely, I'm tired of this wilderness. Won't you take me home to be with you. I just want to rest, never ever having to worry or fear anything.
I miss you...Labels: God, Me
Darren Nico Pillai
Not-so-average teen, deep thinker, perfectionist with quirky randomness. Trained in the art of sarcasm and nonsensical logic.
Overcoming the circumstances of the present, and the issues of my past,
striving in self-betterment with a moral balance with the hope of the fulfillment of the destiny to be a light for Christ in His likeness,
spreading the love of God as how He first loved us
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Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like You have loved me
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
Everything I am, for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity
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- Hosanna -
Philosophy:
I like to think about life, especially pursuing on the concept of love. Not that lovey dovey romantic kind, but the affections we have for one another
that ties us together,strangers, friends, besties, family, that's the love I wanna know about. Love is the essence of life that ties us together,
love is what we were made for and to be, love is embracing the gift of the relationship with GOD.
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Collection of inspirations and reminders: Nico_thoughts@Twitter
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Walking To Paradise
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I'm standing there, with my shawl draped across my face, staring across the horizon. It's been a long time since I saw life, something more than the earthly sight of plain, endless, beige sea. Surrounding me are infinite hills of sand dunes, mimicking the waves of a torrential sea storm. My hands are withered by the constant contact with the hot sand, my skin polished smooth by the breezes filled with the hot desert sand. The only things I have are the pair of footprints that follow my trail, slowly to be forgotten as they are blown away. By dawn, I'm led by instincts and memories, by dusk, I peer upon the night sky, the mystical belt of Orion as my guide. A chilly wind blows from the back. The sun is setting. Tonight, I'll be resting here, in the middle of a barren land till the black shroud lifts from my eyes.It all seem as though like a dream. Like a garden, full of flora and beauty, fruits of every kind. To the right, a little stream by the tree that bore those fruits of savoury sweet taste. The leaves stretched far out over the canopy, providing shade for the undergrowth. That land of paradise, I briefly could recall. When I closed my eyes and listened closely to the song of the garden, I could feel you, your presence covering the place. A place of haven, no striving, no conflicts, just an indescribable peace and serenity that filled my heart. Having communion with you, resting in your arms.
I can hear the scuttling of salamanders across the sands. It's back to my lonely walk. The footprints of yesterday are gone. I'm don't know which direction to go, but I'm used to facing that choice every time I wake up. A short stroll chances upon a tent. Mirages, I term them. A place where everything seems to be of wine and merry. The good laughter, toasts, and feasting. All is good for a well, and suddenly, with a magical snap, everything disappears. I'm left alone, lost, with my insides emptier than ever. I've gotta used to them. Sometimes, I don't even bother and carry on. Other times, the deep desire of companionship draws me towards their spells, falling for the lure, only to be emptier.
No, I'm not lost. I know where I'm going. I searching for that place, the one in my dreams. I just don't know where. Each day I choose a direction to walk. I wonder how many times I have tread this path already. This timeless walk. I'm exhausted, I'm lonely, I'm tired of this wilderness. Won't you take me home to be with you. I just want to rest, never ever having to worry or fear anything.
I miss you...Labels: God, Me
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