Reflection Part I – Just Me

I've had just enough time to...   reflect on just me

Taken of the reflection found one early morning in the lake in Ampang Hill

There are two sides to me

Both sides are real

But which side is true?

Or can both sides be true as well

I sat on the water’s edge

And look at my reflection

Look at my reflection

For that is the only me I can see

But I know, I feel

Another me that I cannot see

It resides in me and argues

I feel therefore it is me

But the me who thinks

Spell in clear logical steps

Why without thoughts

Me cannot even exists

So I sat at the water’s edge

Gazing into my reflection

Gently coalescing all the me

Serenely, into just me

Part II – To Carve Out the Soul of An Elephant.

I've had just enough time to...   see how life was breathed into the elephants of wood.

Taken in a handicraft shop on the way to the River Kwai from Bangkok.

To carve an elephant

First, feel its might pulsating

Under your finger tips

Feel its gentleness

Feel its strength

Feel its tenderness

Towards its young

Feel its complexity

Feel its friendship

Feel its relationship

With its herd

Feel its rage

Feel its anxiety

Feel its freedom

In the wild

Dream what it dreams

See what it sees

Feel what it feels

Under its skin

Your hand will know when it is ready

When its spirit course through your vein

When tears well up in your eyes

As you touch the soul of the royal beast

Bang A Drum For My Country

I've had just enough time to...   bang a drum for my country.

Taken in a shopping complex in KL where the audience are mesmerized by the banging of drums.

My voice is stifled

But my heart bleeds

It bangs loudly

But the air is stilled

It carries nothing

Of how we feel…

So I bang on a drum!

I bang it loud to take my shout

I bang it soft to mourn our grief

I bang it slow to gather our pride

I bang it quick to hasten the pace

And the sound carries the roof

To the city below

And the citizens look up

And stamp their feet

And the uproar rose through the land

“Equality for all in our motherland!”

_______

I called upon my brother

Just the other day

He said, "John I'm gonna

Die if I don't start to live again"

I work each day and night like clockwork

Just tryin' to make ends meet

I could kick this bad world's ass

If I could just get on my feet

I'd bang a drum for the dyin'

Bang a drum for the truth

Bang a drum for the innocence

Lost in our youth

Bang a drum, bang it loudly

Or as soft as you need

Bang a drum for you brother

And a drum for me

- Bov Jovi