Truth Like Fishes Are Elusive Little Creatures.

I've had just enough time...   to look for little fishes

Taken of the little fishes I found in a pool in Malacca by standing very still

The sharpest pain is to be misunderstood

The biggest sacrifice is to allow to be misunderstood

But only the misunderstood will understand this

It does not matter, does it?

Life is more about understanding and sacrifice

But the hurts persist

The hurts will subside over time

Like sediments in still water

But will never disappear

So don’t stir the water

Don’t muddy it

Fishes can only be seen in clear, still water

The elusive fishes are gone if you are not as still as the water

What The Old Man Said to The God of Prosperity.

I've had just enough time...   to say no to the God of Prosperity

Taken from the hotel lobby of Jesselton Hotel in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah.

The God of Prosperity approached the old man with the slumped shoulder walking in the street. “Pray to me and I will bestow you riches untold!”

The old man lifted his weary head and looked at the God of Prosperity. A hint of a smile curled up his lips, looked to the ground again and continued on his way.

The God of Prosperity let him walked pass and waited, confident he will turn back for who can refuse free gold. But when it appeared that the old man’s intention is only to continue on his way; the God of Prosperity ran after him; his oversized stomach bouncing up and down as he caught up. How undignified for a God to be running after a man, he thought angrily. Through panted breath, he exclaimed “Are you short of hearing? I offered you Gold! Real gold for free!”

The old man replied patiently, “Leo Tolstoy said - Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.”

The old man continued, “I say - Gold, like Truth, cannot be obtained if you do not dig deep enough. Real gold cannot be recognized by its glitters for eyes are easily seduced. And once you are, you will sell your soul. I will tell Mr. Tolstoy one has to wash away the glitters too.” With that he gave another smile and a respectful bow and shuffled on his way.

The God of Prosperity was dumb struck. He recovered enough to ask “Have we met before?”

The old man replied without turning, “Yes, you were the one who sold me the false gold.”

Silence Is The Stillness Within.

I've had just enough time to...   be silent.

Taken of the monkey who asked me to be silent in a Kuching shop

Shall we communicate in silence?

Words only get in the way

Sweep them all away

And Let silence rule the day

It speaks no truth

It tells no lies

It does not explain nor elaborate

Or paints wondrous pictures for the mind

Uncluttered Unpolluted

It is the gentle ripple of a still pond

Not the roaring superhighway

Of a mind racing under closed lids 

Silence is not the absence of sound

But the stillness within

_______

Silence is golden...

but my eyes still see.

Silence is golden, golden.

But my eyes still see.

Silence Is Golden - The Tremeloes

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

The Sorrow of the Lonely Urn.

I've had just enough time to...   appreciate Beauty while it last.

Taken in the Gunung Lang resort, Perak, Malaysia.

In the shadow,

The urn tells a timeless tale

In soft whispers.

To the attentive grass and

The slow climbing vines.

“Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty”

It sadly said,

“But Beauty fades and Life goes on”

"Nothing last forever,

The truth of beauty is -

When it exists."

_______

Ode on a Grecian Urn - John Keats

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness!

Thou foster-child of silence and slow time

            Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard

Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;

Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,

Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone

When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," – that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

The Truth About Butterflies.

I've had just enough time...   to learn the truth about butterflies.

Taken in Kota Kinabalu National Park

 

The truth about butterflies

Besides they fly

Is how fragile

And short a life.

But the greater truth

Is what they left behind...