Saturday, December 29, 2012

The Elephant Stone

Following the path outlined by thousands of small white daisy petals, Lilia increased her pace with every eager step she took. Closer and closer drew the light at the end of the tunnel of trees. No time to stop and admire the beauty of it all, no time to take in the succulent scents of the things she never knew.

There is was: the elephant stone. It was said that if you stood at just the right angle, and listened with all the drums you could possibly listen with, you could just make out the sound of a newborn elephant playing his first trumpet, brass as the light that filtered through the trees. That was why she was here. Legend said that once you heard this elephant stone play, you would feel no bitterness, no animosity. All would become clear, and you would no longer feel hate.

Lilia circled the stone, meticulously searching for the place on which she needed to stand. A faint sound. Anything. 

A light breeze entered the clearing. Minuscule hills formed on her arms, and a chill ran through her body. The wind grew stronger, nudging her. She surrendered to this force, moving in the direction of the wind. She reached the edge of the clearing, and suddenly, she was pushed again, only in the other direction. It arrived at her front, her back, left, right, until finally it had positioned her in such a way that satisfied this wind. It stopped. The clearing was still.

There was the hum. Lilia turned her head slowly, both ways, and as she gazed to her right, at the sun, the hum was a bit louder. She continued in this direction, bubbling with excitement. Louder and louder the hum grew, until it gave off a more vibrant aura. It pounded against her eardrums, the powerful blast of an elephant's trumpet. She had found it, and with it, she had not a care in the world.

As she walked away, however, Lilia did not feel any different from before. She did not feel enlightened, or empowered in any way. In fact, she merely longed to hear the elephant again, if only once more. After a moment of internal negotiation, she turned and rushed back to the clearing in which it lay. She recognized the spot, and remembered clearly how her head was turned. And yet, no elephant trumpeted for her this time. Not even a hum. Lilia frantically whipped her head in all directions, walking swiftly around the place she had stood before. Nothing. Only silence.

Horrified, Lilia turned and ran, ran as quickly as she could away from the stone. Confusion turned to frustration, which quickly became anger, and finally, she couldn't handle it. No, she began to hate the stone, the legend, the forest, and herself. Why couldn't she make it work again? Life was not nearly complete without this wonderful symphony the stone had produced. She could almost, barely, remember how it felt. Wonderful. But she would not, could not, feel it again. 

After a long while of running, the clearing and the elephant stone behind her, her legs collapsed and Lilia sank down to the damp soil, leaves crunching beneath her knees. She broke down in tears, not knowing how to justify such intense emotion, and yet it all made perfect sense. At this point, she couldn't even remember how she was before she encountered the stone. She couldn't remember her positive attitude, her thirst for adventure, her love for the people in her life... All that mattered now was the nagging feeling of emptiness tugging at her heart, which she could not possibly shake off nor embrace, and it pained her both to think of it and to attempt to ignore it. She could not decide which pained her more. In fact, each put her in more pain than the thought of death. She couldn't possibly live like this anymore.

You probably know what happened next: Lilia rose slowly to her feet, and turned to face the edge of the trees, the edge of the cliff. She broke into a strong, determined run, more and less sure of it than anything in her entire life. Lilia threw herself from the cliff, taking what felt like an enormous leap toward the other side, when it was merely a jump into what life lay ahead.

Perhaps you feel her act was irrational, silly, pitiful, or perhaps it made sense to you. Unfortunately, dear reader, I cannot tell you which it was, nor can I even try to define it. All I can think to say is, if you wish to know how she felt, and why Lilia could have even thought to react this way, ask her yourself. Or, if you dare to venture there, visit the elephant stone, and listen to the sweet brass of the fresh elephant.

Friday, July 6, 2012

flowers and showers

follow the flowers
for hours and hours,
and never look back
on the things you may lack.
watching and waiting,
your thoughts are debating
whether you continue,
or if you will stop.

never worry,
never hurry,
just find your rhyme.
always going,
always flowing,
works every time.

smile at the glade,
before you must bade
adieu to flowers,
and flee the sky showers.
but never forget,
for it has been set:
this time with the trees,
in your mind it buzzes like swarms of bees.

Monday, June 25, 2012

how are you feeling?

how were you feeling yesterday?
I didn't have the chance to ask before.
I hope you were well and bright as May,
and that your day was not a bore.

so, how are you feeling today?
I'm glad I get to talk to you now.
hope you feel even better than yesterday,
and that your sky has no clouds.

but how will you feel when it is tomorrow?
will I be able to ask you then?
hopefully you will feel no sorrow,
and that I will see you soon again.

kokoro kara

oh my kokoro
full of such sorrow
how will I know when
it shall be tomorrow?
can I still love you
when you don't love me, too?
with all my kokoro,
yes I still do.

your smile, it blossoms like a hana
every time I see it I wanna
smile with you,
as flora and fauna.
but can I still love you
when you don't love me, too?
like butterflies to hana, 
yes I still do.

when I'm with you I'm full of hikari,
but if I'm embarrassing then I'm sorry.
I just want you 
to hear my story.
but can I still love you
when you don't love me, too?
like the sun's hikari,
yes I still do.

why would you be surprised
that I love you?
you can see in my eyes
that I still do.

I wrote this on Figment before, but I really enjoyed it, so I am putting it here as well. Hope you enjoyed it, too. :)

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Smile Like the Wind..

Do you see the way the wind blows?
How it moves with the world,
And tickles your nose?
Where does it go once it has passed?
Everywhere and nowhere.
Forever it lasts.
But what of the smile it leaves on your face?
Does it shine for a moment,
Then leave without a trace?
No, a smile can last forever,
And like the everlasting wind,
Continues its endeavor.
So though life may sometimes seem cruel,
Remember to smile,
And like the wind, stay cool.

QR code!!

I made a QR code for the blog!!! Yay!! These things are fun to scan so if you have an app for scanning these then you can get to this blog with it. But.. there's no point in posting this on the blog to get to the blog if you're.. already.... here.. hmm.. Oh well. 'Tis all in good fun :)

Monday, April 16, 2012

Flower Beds or Orange Groves?

Where should I leave to today,

The flower beds or the orange groves?

Or perhaps to the lone tree of the concrete garden,

Where I may sit on the concrete bench

And watch the birds flutter in the concrete birdbath?

I may go there, for in the flower beds I still see birds flutter,

And in the orange groves I still see trees.

So perhaps I shall stroll out the door,

And sit across the way on my concrete bench.

O Fallen Child

Weep, o fallen smile,

Fill yourself with the sweet salt

Of your self-pity and regret.

But do not weep so much that perhaps

You drown in your sorrows, for

All will be well, little fallen child,

Pick yourself back up

And try not to fall so much anymore.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Greet Us, Dear Spring

Upon the dusty curve of spring

My fellow begonia likes to swing.

The beaten sculpture likes to dance

While little milk boy swings his lance.

Oho the spring has come for us!

Form a ring and sing 'til dusk!

Sing 'til the day has gone away!

Dance 'til the moon casts its glow on the bay!

Riddles and stories and birds and rats

All are rising, even the cats.

The lanterns fall

The trees stand tall!

Come spring, to greet us all!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

the music of emotion

Listen, the world speaks,
 But when do we really hear it?
 I listen to music in a reality
 That lives in my emotion,
 But what about the place
 Where I must continue?
 My heart drops
 Like the dew after sunrise
 When I wake up from what is untrue
 To most,
 And I always live my days
 With one foot in my head.