The light of life

In our world, there is always a light, whether it is pure or a fake one. A light, in the darkness it gives a sense of peace. In the coldness, it gives you  warmth 

In the stretch of  their ray;  we live, we move, we  stop 

The source of our light is the sun that holds the grace of the living. Creating green glowing leaf buds, encouraging the birds to sing. Motivate our energy to  start our  journey for each day

To give you hope that everything gonna be alright

 Light is our eyes because  the dark that makes us blind 

The one that I  put forward is the  light of your soul 

 that gives you hope, like  weaving strands of prayer

Like the blind who lost their sight, they  still can live with fully life

they have to dare the edgy, hardship and despair

Still, they become solid, sharp using their senses tracing  the path  with many colors in their heart

Sadly, we who live on the other side, who able to capture and enjoy the Sun, the Moonlight and dazzling thousands of stars ,  many of us  lost  in the darkness of their heart 
able to cut a soul, stab someone heart to bleed not even with a knife
we do with our tongue, with our coldness, ego, ignorance, and arrogance

When the light vanished in once hearts than there lay  lies, lust and greed 

It only  can be seen  when you're true with your self, it is like  standing in front of a  mirror   
what you see is the only reflection of you

If  the beauty of the spectrum  will also mean how beautiful the soul

When every stream of the light also reside  honesty, respect, and dignity
to be able to love your selves but also love others

Spring

It seemed morning didn't want to show up, snow covered  everywhere, thick blanket,  socks and pillows wrapped my body....
Warm coffee and pancake were in my mind, but the cold  made me pull  my blanket closer

Then I heard through my windows: it was a shooting voice  chirping! but calming ...  


I saw cute wild little birds, one yellowish with  little bit sparking green  and others  were more greenish  with  darker spots on their winks, they were hoping around from branches then flew to another tree,
I thought for a second;" maybe  it was not too cold   outside.."

From my bedroom windows I could see a lot of buds  sneaked out of the snow that  looked like puppy cotton  flowers. When the snow melt, the buds looked so happy to absorb the morning sunlight 
Cannot wait ... to come out . It is a sign of spring.... and winter will be over soon
 I will see more birds on the three , on my green back yard
I will hear more singing birds

All the white snows disappear from the yard, from the tree and from everywhere
Everything looks green with new grasses, new leaves , new buds....
The air taste fresher and pleasant...not chilled.

I see more people come out, on the streets, in the malls, on the road, on  a bus shelter,  parks... everywhere
No more thick jacket,  tuque  or winter boot
I see   everything is more vibrant and life
Soon will be more colorful, more flowers and smiles

I want to tell you  that my neighbor has a magnolia tree, on springs it will full with flowers, to me they are  so...beautiful! always captive my soul every time I pass by, I will see wide open petals blossom,  make your mind peaceful , calm and rest enchanted by their beauty

I love their garden, front yard will full with lilies , roses, dahlias, peonies, tulips and daffodils 
their backyard full with  tomatoes cucumbers, jalapenos, peppers, lettuces, radicchio  and all kinds of herbs,like oregano, basil, cilantro... anise

I love my neighbor, they are like my family, so warmth,  friendly and chatty.
I respect them deeply,  they are people with dignity and  honest,
who works hard but still generous to others
They always respect other people and value  their believe and their family
They are senior who proud of their garden, home cuisine,  they are Italian's origin



I always remember that I love fresh air in the beginning of spring, I love the grass that change from white snow to green, I love the buds that gradually become flowers, I love  to see more birds flying and singing , I love to see butterflies swing from flower to flower, I love to take a walk on my community parks , I love to see Ontario's lake has a little waves and  bluish, I love to see my neighbor gardens, I love to see  more smiles ...I love spring , for me, it is a harmony !

Mother Remember when you allow me walks with you mother? to pick up all the mushrooms  that grow in the woods You let me runs in the field full with wild flowers,  teach me how to arrange those flowers, so those will look like a crown on my hair. We sat down  on the grass to see the waves of the purple  flowers they moved by the winds, they were dancing  .... You loved to comb my dark long hair; you said that my hair is so thick, silky and shiny I liked my hair flowing in the wind, flies like silky ribbons dusting my chick softly “No one in the world have a beautiful hair like you”, your words make me feel special

I thought that  you were my  angel, you taught me how to sings and also told me a lot of stories from far far away; " the other side of the world; there were a lot of monsters, they were vicious ,  dangerous… There were many witches who created a lot of illusions, they had a power that could drag you out from reality  that is why A lot of nice people who turns into bad, greedy, tricky and sadist But there  are always an angel that will protect you , guide you and help you to your safest place only when you listen to your heart, your mind and your soul Your voices , your arms like a warm blanket in the coldest night Your heart beats sound like rhythm of lullaby, your fragrance soothes me to the blinks of thousand stars, joyful, peaceful save and sound  Your love is mix in my blood, your wisdom already carves in my mind Nothing in this world I appreciated more ,  honored and loved by me except you, only you,  my mother

Rain

I look at the sky, so cloudy , the  dark cloud is hanging tied and heavy

Worry  eyes stare without blinking, the cold ice....
Wind blows all the hopes,then the fog  is coming down slowly, hanging everywhere...

everything becomes blurry, white and gloomy

  

The wind blows the fragrance of the wild musk, grasses, trees and flowers.. .the smell hangs on the  cold , on misty air 
 I see the water drops slowly ... makes a rhythm   then starts pouring   everywhere...on the trees, the leaves, the flowers are wet and  fresh

There is no shelter , only open wide  grass  at riverside  that full of trees, buses and colorful flowers , those become vague through a curtain of falling water

So many legs  run, hoping to find a shelter; under the big tree, under the bridge, under the umbrella.... standing shiver!, cold and arms wrapping their body, watching the rains falls as their mind are flying , some of them are already wet and are walking  helplessly

On the river, the ducks swim and sing joyfully, like all the leaves, trees and flowers welcoming every single drops of water, it looks green, glow  and fresh

Some children shout through the sounds of dropping rain, they are playing with joy, the laughter, their spirit compete with the sound of the falling water

As you see a wide open smile , bright eyes  with the sweet faces full with love,  their eyes are talking, they are sharing a dream , their heart are tingling with warm and exciting feeling    watching the drops... smiling, their giggling and laughing like their heart  is opening filling their soul with hope, passion  .  They need and care toward each other, their faces look in to the sky, they want to feel the rain drops

But, rain also is a cut of opening wound,  a bleed , hurt full with pain, every drop falling down  go deep inside the wound ; the deep cut, the throbbing, the jolt of pressure... shutter your life , your heart is numb, your chest is empty... You fall down with unbearable pain  
In your heart ; every single drops is your falling tears, every layer of coldness is shaking your sadness, everything is disappear in your life, down, deep down....only hurt...only pain and  your wound is opening wide


For some, the rain is a  shooting feeling, just for a moment there is nothing, only peace
Thinking about the past, some are grey and harsh and some are warmth and bright

The air is cold and windy, the rain drops drizzling and so many eyes are watching and their mind are thinking about the future with the memory of the past and wishful ; " Everything will be fresh and will  have sleepy night"