Beauty Before The Storm

Beauty

 

Weight of History

“Weight of History” exhibit at the Art Museum.

A thought-provoking journey –

Makes one ponder about what makes us what we are.

As burdensome as “weight” sounds,

Would we be less anchored without it?

Yawn.

Why do we spend so much of life

Doing what we would rather not be doing?

Still a lot to learn, human.

Enlightened Ways

Some of my favourites from the exhibition.

The silence and serenity of a museum is one of the best things I could enjoy, amidst the rush of this world.

Shroud

Sometimes, visits to museums makes me feel:

People in what we know as the past

May not be so different from what we are

After all,

It is the same Earth spinning round and round.

CSHH

Can memories be preserved through a name?

I wonder.

That aside, the pancakes were deeply satisfying, but the surroundings a tad too noisy. Popularity has a price.

Look Into My Eyes

Maybe one day,

The world will accept me for who I am.

But until then,

I will continue to try;

As my sight seek hearts of love,

And my heart seek gazes of compassion.

Too Long Ago

Too long ago,

my mind could take long, tranquil walks

And was filled with hopeful thoughts

Now those days feel distant, vague

Faded, lost, hard to regain.

Too long ago,

Time was a basic commodity.

Now seconds are a luxury,

And hours, priceless.

Too long ago,

I lived, with furry companions in my life,

And friends by my side.

Too long ago.

Smitten

Saw a familiar face from Henry Congressional while we were chilling the afternoon away, with our thoughts and books.

In a way, I was glad.

Glad that dreams need not totally die, even when buildings do.