a daylight dream

at the precipice of the collapse of an old world, one free-falls in surrender to the daylight of faith in Him, trickling down to an unperturbed faith in all hearts that have fell in love. I walk towards you, light again. the weight of doubt has eased, let go in autumnal winds. my eyes filling in softened relief, receiving the dance of anything but the dream in equanimous acceptance.  it all leads to here. I see you, at last. a kaleidoscope of that very first gaze between strangers now deeply incandescent in divine geometry, between  lovers . I see you at last. it’s Him in the infinite between our gazing skies.

  here’s to some introspection.. this heart of mine swells in the in-betweenness of two worlds, which are equally enticing, enchanting and beautiful. one world, its hands laced in artful contemplations, slow waltzes across sensual journeys that relish and savour every moment into the essence of timelessness.  in this world, I walk through life as if I am strolling along the sidelines of summer orchards and meadows: every moment bathed in glorious gratitude, loved, revered and transformed into a meaningful memory. in this world, time becomes a painting so masterful. I don’t do much there but intend and craft visions, my face softened in the gentle light of receivership and grace. I loving being in this world, for I’ve caught glimpses of its colours and it has healed me in ways I never knew were possible. yet, here comes the part of me that doesn’t feel safe in surrendering it all like this in softness. there’s this other side that finds it toilsome to let go of control— in the ...

  my dearest, I keep wondering what it’s like to co-exist so subtly. with all my flaws in plain view, I recoil in shame not really sure whether I’ll muster the courage to live in the grace of love. I remember one of my very first conversations with you. there was a rekindling of unconditionality towards one another, a forgiveness of all our flaws, a premonition that to live in conversation with their presence was to be the most beautiful gift imparted by this destiny. still, I lived with my doubt. I’m not perfect, and I’m deeply flawed. it’s a ghost I’m acquainted by all day— the lingering lulling hum of all what scars me away from perfection. years later, today, this doubt still haunts me, swelling with the wintery sun. I keep wondering what it’s like to bear the imperfections of another. it keeps occurring to me since it is my most arduous climb— to accept my own flaws and embrace them in overwhelming acceptance. i often find it disappointing that I keep failing no matter how har...