Profound Thoughts

With the advent of dusk,  where daylight is about to go, the grief the wolf felt is being amplified. And much more so when the last ray of light has left ushering darkness and despair to this wounded soul. Weakness and hunger don't matter to him at that time. But soon he will try to stand and continue on living as his mother has done before him along the shrubberies, the trees and the wide open spaces of Amandiwin.  Day may give way to night. The light of the sun is never lost as moonlight takes over bathing everything in serene celestial light which in itself comes from the sun.  In his weakened state, he felt an all too familiar warmth. He opened his eyes. A vision of a majestic and regal likeness of his mother came into view. Her presence approaching him allowing him to smell her fragrance in the night air. The darkness of the evening is slowly being lifted as moonlight poured in.  She wrapped her warmth around him lifting his loneliness. But th...

As he stood on a ledge with the wind blowing against his fur, an all too familiar sense pervaded. He looked around trying to pinpoint where it is coming from. Down below the raging brook he went.  Hidden from plain view under the thick shrubbery is a pile of bones. This has brought him confusion for he could not understand what it is supposed to tell him. But he knows the smell all too well... this is that of his mother... He then let out a long howl into the wind unable to contain his grief and sadness. This could not be happening, he probably uttered to himself. He did not realize that tears have started to well up and fall down his face.  He could not help but remember how comfortable and secure he felt while he was still in his mother's arms. As to how simple things were and all that he could ever wanted in the world was to be coddled and played upon by his mom. Deep inside he knew that he lost someone profound in his life.  In the course of sever...

In this earthly realm, the power of life is at its most intense. The budding leaves inch their way out to meet the light of the sun. From its slumber the grasses break out from the ground opening themselves to the sky.  On a puddle of water, I looked down and I saw something furry and puny. I looked above and I saw shades of white slowly moving amidst a blue backdrop. I looked at the water again and I see blue and white. I took a sip. To my surprise, the image that I saw got perturbed. I had to wait for awhile for the water to become still, I silent reverie, I came to admire what lay before me. Everyday, it has become a habit of mine to gaze at my reflection whenever I see a still body of water as my mom looks upon me beaming with pride. Traversing through the thick shrubbery gives its hidden secrets away as fields of lilac and bluebells come into view. A wide array of colours  in various sizes and forms provide an ethereal epiphany to the denizens of the Amandiwi...

My sweet child... Under my watchful eyes, you shall strive. I will guide and take care of you. Until such time when you can fend for your own, I will be here watching your every move. I shall intently listen to your heart's desires. I will feel for you. My child, I will become your beacon of light. I will be your eyes in this enchanted forest. I will grant you my vision. My eyes will be yours and together, we shall safeguard everything that lives or breathes here in Amandiwin. Though you will see things, a lot of things... Cloaked in my mantle of protection, nothing, no one can harm you. Grow in might. Be wise, The world which you are in right now will soon be threatened by the creeping forces of the dark. But we shall worry about it, when the time will come... I bestow upon you a heart of fire. In the face of danger, amidst a crowd of foes... you shall remain steadfast and unbowed 'til the end. Through the darkness, you shall light a path for those who have ...

Somebody heard... A denizen of the forest did hear his sorrow filled cries. As his teardrops fell, an elemental of the earth took notice of the little wolf-pup. It seems as if his feelings reached her heart. In his sleeping state, an earth naiad lightly went to his side to comfort him and to let him feel the love he strongly desired. The naiad decided to care for him until he is ready to face the world on his own. She gave him a mantle of protection as he snuggled the same way he did with his mom. She will teach him how to survive and through his own resolve, to live. For at that moment, he would not survive by himself. He would fall prey to the elements if not the savage beasts that inhabit this land. She will be taking his mother's stead just until the next new moon. She then transformed herself into the likeness of the wolf-mom. With a slight nudge on the head, he awoke. When he opened his eyes. he saw the face of his mom. Whatever feelings of loss he had earlier wer...

The moment he stepped outside of his burrow, he was met by the blinding light of the sun. It was almost springtime where everything felt so brand new. But he wondered where his mother has gone. He whimpered as tears welled up in his eyes. Walking aimlessly, he let out crying sounds only he could understand.  Anyone or anything who could hear his whimpers, grunts and cries would know his sorrow and sympathize. But it is a cruel world; no one would seem to care except for the beast of prey who would interpret the sounds he made as an invite to a sumptuous meal. As his burrow faded from his sight, he did not seem to care. In his mind, he longed to be back in his mother’s arms. He kept on walking until he arrived at the edge of a cliff. He clearly saw the vastness of the world he must now tread alone by himself. He was amazed. But the pain he felt was more real. Though quite young, he let out his first howl onto the valley that lay before him. He shouted as hard as he could, hun...

On that fateful day the sun hid behind the shadow of the moon, a lone wolf-pup was born in an inconspicuous burrow at the roots of an ancient tree.  That wolf pup was only able to make a soft whimper after he gasped his first breath of air on a cold winter day as his mother religiously licked the mucus membranes off his body. Today, he will be safe in the arms of his mother. The wolf mom then directed him close to her chest where he snuggled for warmth and gulped for nourishment.  His mother would not leave the poor little guy for quite a while. By the time he was able to walk around, his mother mustered the confidence to leave him alone in the burrow as she went out to forage for food. When he tried to follow his mom, she would usher him back never allowing him to go outside the burrow. She surmised that he was not yet ready to face the world. He can only whimper in return. Days turned into weeks, he gained strength. He is now able to walk around his den be...

All my life, I had been wandering by myself in this strange enchanted forest. I know nobody. I have seen a lot of things, but I am still alive to this very day.  I am constantly living in fear, but fear has taught me how to live. Amidst the perils of this land, nothing can take me down. I have learned that in order to survive, I must rely on my senses. To continuously hone all I have got and use everything in my disposal to forage and escape the dangers that await in every nook and cranny of this forest.  What was once hunted upon has now become a beast of prey. The physical threats can be managed, but those that cannot be seen pose the greatest risk. They can suck you dry and lead you to a gory end.  In this enchanted realm, everything is alive. Close your eyes for a moment, you lose. You lose your life... So I learned how to move with the flow, responding to the rhythm of everything seen or unseen. Sometimes, I walk in tip toe. But more often than that...

Sometimes it is hard for us to take charge of our own destiny. We look for a forerunner who can somehow guide and lead us to our fate.  We look to the heavens and ascertain our future from the movements of the stars. We ascribe to a lot of beliefs and shy away from those we think are contrary to what we accept as norms. We follow rules and subscribe to laws.  In the grand scheme of things, we are all subjects of the natural laws that govern our every move, our very being. And there is nothing that can alter what has been decided upon for us when we were thrust to this very life we lead. In my mind, I sense that I am walking on a cobbled path illuminated by the fading light of the wisps. Spellbound, I marched along like that of a child blindly following the Pied Piper to his sad demise. I could hear myself silently scream in the hopes that someone would come awaken me. Something is not right…  A lone star peered down from the overcast sky. Whatever light i...

Oblivious at first glance, specks of light flicker in the distance. I took no notice and simply dismissed what I saw. But as it hovered closer and closer, its luminosity grew in magnitude. What seems insignificant seems like an undeniable existence of some sort whether corporeal or supernatural I cannot understand. It flew in circles. Unstable as it moved around. It illuminated the darkness in the absence of the twinkling stars. It has an uncanny whimsical nature to whatever it is that fluttered about. There is light, yet it seems there is a hint of darkness to it. Unsettling as the atmosphere changed into something resplendent. It compounds more with whatever emotional load I had deep inside.  When it alighted directly in front of me, my eyes seem transfixed to it. Like it's telling me to follow suit and just be simply led astray in this far off foreign land. There is a hint of bewitching assurance as I willingly allowed myself to follow it deep into the darkness. The w...

The night has a life of its own. It is the time of the day when the energy that is being released by the darkness is much more powerful than the light. It is provocative at times. And sometimes, that darkness penetrates deep within our skin. Motivated by pleasure and greed, it clenches its grip and shakes our hearts. As it consumes us, we hunger. When we are no longer able to refuse it, we become its slaves. Until we turn to darkness ourselves. Since we are borne from the stars, we are children of the light. But there are also those that awakened to the  darkness as their light flickered and shone no more. To keep such fate from happening, we must always carry within us a flame of light in our hearts and hope that it shall burn ever brighter amidst the creeping forces of the dark. I will never prevail against the Centurions of the Night if the stars are shrouded in clouds. And so I must keep my vigil until the twilight hours of dawn cognizant of the dangling sunstone whi...

Jealous by Labrinth I'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin It's closer than my hands have been I'm jealous of the rain I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes It's closer than your shadow Oh, I'm jealous of the wind 'Cause I wished you the best of All this world could give And I told you when you left me There's nothing to forgive But I always thought you'd come back,  tell me all you found was Heartbreak and misery It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way You're happy without me I'm jealous of the nights That I don't spend with you I'm wondering who you lay next to Oh, I'm jealous of the nights I'm jealous of the love Love that was in here Gone for someone else to share Oh, I'm jealous of the love   As I sink in the sand Watch you slip through my hands Oh, as I die here another day, yeah 'Cause ...

It was dusk when the anchor was thrown out into the waters. After a tumultuous journey, I have finally arrived.  At a time of the day, when light battles the creeping darkness where in the ensuing battle paints the sky in hues of blood and fire. The light giving way to the reign of shadows where man is not offered a choice but to yield to pending obscurity of the night . The soul prepares itself to rest, but only then an emerging wave of mystical aura manifests throughout the isle. Ophir is trying to make its presence felt. A stern warning not to venture out or risk being spirited away, this is what exactly I am trying to set myself into.  But before any battle is fought, it is a must to prepare. It is foolish to charge blindly although there are too much unknowns and hidden variables to begin with. How to proceed? I lift everything to the heavens hoping for a sign on how to go about how to begin. There are things that can never be explained like that raging sea th...

In the absence of notable storms or typhoons, there always exist that time in the year when travels seem to be the norm or perhaps a must for many but are sometimes hindered by a hostile sea or a turbulent sky. It also happens a lot in life where it is supposed to be pleasant and calm, the nerves somehow speak in a different tone, tense and perturbed just like what I am currently feeling right now. The northeast monsoon, the Amihan seems oblivious at first until it sweeps the land and seascapes in its cold forceful charges creating strong sea currents and rogue waves in its wake. The islanders of Sidlakan seem hostage by its morose temperament. If only there was another form of transport, I wouldn’t be undertaking this ordeal which has already lasted for three days. Though unbearable, I can only settle for that sole consolation of getting used to the dynamic churning and rocking of the sea vessel. I am a great lover of the sea except when it shows and asserts its true sel...

When I was but a child, my late grandmother Lilly would often tell me about a place that is neither of this world nor within the next which exists within the confines of our consciousness. She would often speak of enchanting creatures and ephemeral beings that would pass this world once in a while from age-old trees or primeval rock formations and the likes of which serve that as pathways to both worlds. Among these is a gateway that is most unusual among the rest for no man is able to cross  the divide except on a very old tree heavily concealed in the forested interior of the Amandiwin mountain range, a tree that withstood the ages from a time when the two worlds were still in concurrence with the other offering access at atypical times in years to the famed mythological enchanted city of Viridjan. It is where I must traverse in search of the woman who had captured my soul. And it just so happens that is that time of the year when Luna is at its closest to Gaea. The ...