When the last word is silence

when the last word is silent,
last word of your father,
last word of your mother,
when his last word is silent,
when her last word is silent,

it is in the silent of the heart,
it is in the silent of the soul,
it is in the silent of the mind,
in the midst of the crowd,
in the midst of the discussion,
in the midst of the feast,
one'e heart is broken,
one's heart is filled with tears,
one's heart is alone,
one's heart is shattered,
one's heart is silent.

there is no 'what if...'
their body laid under the earth,
they laid in rest
they rest in peace

is it so?
do they rest in peace?
is it just an illusion?
is it just a delusion?
is it just a diversion?

how can one have rest in one's heart?
how can one have rest in one's soul?
how can one have rest in one's mind?
when there is the silence of the last word from them.

move on, move on, move on...

in the unguarded moment,
in the twilight zone,
in the lost of lives,
one's heart quantum leaps to the silence of the last word,
one's mind wander,
did the he who loved me have rest when he thought about me before he lost consciousness?
did the she who loved me have rest when she though about me before she lost consciousness?

i beg thee, tell me not what ye think...
pain of the heart,
lost of the heart,
is too personal.
just listen...
just listen...
just listen...
till one speak no more about it...
and speak not when one is silent...
because the one listening to the voice of the silence
what, ye may say?
voice of the silence?
yea, the voice of the silence...
for it is in the stillness of the silence...
the Creator whispers

do i make sense?
i have written the whisper of my heart,
where i heard not the last word of my late father and late mother
just listen,
please...

Don't tell. Show it to the world

Choose the right persons to share your story.

Tell it not to too many.
Time to translate your story into reality.
Show it to the world, your story in expression in life, deed and word.
Tell it not to many,
Show it to the world

Re Script Your Story

Where i am today,

it reflects the story within me.

who is the author of the story?

it is the reader self.

if i want to live in the present,

i got to rewrite my story line.

how?

begins with the end in mind.

what is the picture of the future?

a picture reflects your heart's desire

it could be being with loved ones,

it could travelling with family members and friends,

it could many beautiful things.

Question is,

have you put them into the story?

the story of your life?

the story of your heart, soul and mind

where you think about it, read about it and act on it,

a little here, a little there

sometimes three steps forward

four steps backward

or three steps backward

or two steps backward

it is a norm to experience one, two, three, four, five, or six, or seven or eight, or tenth or twelth steps backward in the making of one's story a reality

most important is,

learn,

transform heart and mind, and the storyline

transpose the emotional strength towards constructing your story

transport forward till seeing your heart's desire become a reality.

question you may ask,

what if the end is not what i have anticipated?

my friend,

i ask that question too.

the answer i received...

You yet to reach there.

So, i say to myself:

keep forging ahead,

persist,

persevere,

perform,

purposeful,

passion.

Just remember,

passion is combination of love and sorrow, joy and pain, glory and suffering, and the strength to carry on, and hope, hoping, and hope again after many setbacks, temporary setbacks.

Have i reached there yet?

I am stepping forthward, my friend.

You are not alone:)

a seed falls and DIES

a seed dies naturally.

a living seed dies chooses to die,
to die willingly
die to bitterness,
die to unforgiveness,
die to the past glories,
die to the past glooms,
die to the what people say about you when you are down trodden,
die to what if(s),
die to if only(s),
die to excuses,
die to holding grudges against anyone,
die to unforgiving self
die to paradigms,
die to thinking patterns,
die to unbelief about oneself, what you think what others (those little people) say about you,

BUT
die not to your faith,
die not to your dreams,
die not to principles,
die not to learning,
die not to humility, honesty, hard work, confidence,
die not for the sake of those loving you,
die not for the sake of those you love,
die not for the sake of the few good friends who care for you, who treasure your friendship and who will be there for you because we are friends,
die not,
for you are never alone
die not to perseverance
die not to persistent,
die not to performance,
die to to true and pleasant personality,

Yes, choose wisely,
Ecclesiastes say,
a live dog is better than a dead lion,
for there is hope for the living

Yet, personally...
die to unforgiving self for the ignorance,
lack of discernment,
lack of insight,
lack of foresight,
is a daily choice,

to forgive oneself,
emotionally,
mentally,
spiritually,
is the dawn of a new beginning.

to forgive the Creator of the heavens and the earth,
is the dawn of the newest beginning.

Forgive oneself...
is dying to the old self,
and then
the new self emerges,
slowly,
painfully,
shapely,
in the season,
in the fullness of time,
you will swim,
you will soar,
Yes,
though where we are now is perceived as ugly dark in the eyes of somebodies (they are nobodies),
Yet,
in its season,
in its time,
it will soar
as a beautiful Swan
in the eyes of those who love you,
in the eyes of those loving you,
in the eyes of your friends who care for you,
and in the eyes of your Creator of the heavens and the earth,
for those who love you,
and those friends who care for you,
knew something,
a mystery
that you are meant to soar as
a beautiful Swan
a majestic Eagle,
it is just that they lack of words to describe this mystery to you,
yet even though some have opened up the mystery,
yet your time has not dawned,
therefore you perceive not,

Yet
in the fullness of time,
the seed dies,
it will bear forth much fruit,
thirty,
sixty,
hundred folds

a seed FALLS and Dies

Barren into bounties,
yes,
and yes, it is possible.

Why barren?
We resist the falls,
reluctant to admit the falls,
refuse the fact of the falls.

Imagine if a seed does similar conduct,
why is the outcome of the seed?
Reader has the answer.

barren to Bounties,
barren to Beauties,
barren to aBundance,
Begins with
honesty - i have fallen
courage - i am responsible
insight - i have learned, unlearned and relearned
confidence - i have travelled so far till today
change - i change my values, my beliefs, my mindest, my outlook, my views
consistent - change to become a habit, habits that bring one to the next level
comfort - i am not alone
connect - i connect with mentors, coaches, friends
charge - i take one step, even it is one tenth of a milimeter a day, i will see myself moving forth-ward
challenge - am i willing?

When a seed falls and dies

Spring is within Winter
Winter is within Summer
Summer is within Autumn
Autumn is within Spring

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven (Ecclesiates 3:1)
Every reader has her season of life.
Every one desires to gain wealth and riches in life.
Does every one willing to experience falling and dying along the path of gaining wealth and riches?

Just like a seed,
it falls into the earth,
it dies into the earth,
in the fullness of time,
it springs forth to life,
through the winter, spring, summer and autumn,
it gains strength,
it gains health,
it gains nutrients,

In its season, it bears forth fruit,
thirty folds,
sixty folds,
hundred folds.

If one desires to gain wealth and riches,
Does one willing to fall first?
Does one willing to die first?

Yet, the critical question is:

it is not whether one has fallen,
it is about how one defines it.
 

Is it a setback?

Is it a permanent setback?
Is it a temporary setback?

If one has defined it as permanent setback,

Then when the season dawns,
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn,
It is barren.

When a seed falls and dies...

When a seed falls,
Why?

When winter comes,
Why?

When spring comes,
Why?

When summer comes,
Why?

When autumn comes,
Why?

When is a time,
When Winter comes,
Why not?

When Spring comes,
Why not?

When Summer comes,
Why not?

When Autumn comes,
Why not?

When is a Season,
Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn,
Each is a season,
Each is a time,
Each is a phase,
Each is a cycle

When the time dawns,
In the fullness of time,
Season,
Winter in the silence, springing forth life
Spring blossoms,
Summer shines,
Autumn, wintering

When season of life dawns upon you,
Whatever the color of the season,
Each has a time.

If the reader finds himself in the
winter storms,
summer heats,
autumn falls,

Tarry with hope,
Sail with endurance,
Sow with tears,
Suffer with silence,
Stay true to your core being,
Sustain faith,

For in the fullness of time,
You will spring forth

....

in the winter storm, one looks for a hiding place.
in the tempest sea, one searches for safe haven.
in the darkned night, one longs for the star light.
in the sun scroched land, one runs for an oasis.

when there is no room
in a hiding place,
in a safe haven,
in the light of the stars
in the oasis

when there seem to be no room for such a soul,

doubt, and fear
worry and uncertainty
guilt and pain
and one is losing ground.
the heart's cry, there is no more passion,
the eye looks, there is no more vision,
the strength sigh, there is little strength.

Listen ...

Moses has a staff in his hand to face the Pharoah of Egypt, he was a shepherd for 40 years in the desert or wilderness.
David has a staff, a sling and 5 stones to face Goliath, a warrior but he was a shepherd.
A little boy, 5 fishes and 2 loaves to feed 5,000 yet placed in the hand of Jesus, fed 5000 more.

What is the voice whispering to your soul?
Listen again,
the little strength,
the little talent,
the little supply,

the little strength is more than enough for the day,
the litte talent is more than able to toil for the day,
the little supply is more than sufficient for the day,

Though
the winter storm is there,
the tempest sea is there,
the darkned night is there,
the sun scroched land is there,

You will have the strength to walk through them all,
when you believe,
possessing faith,
walk by faith,
each day,
remembering those you love,
and recalling those who love you,
you will come forth trhough them all as gold.

How?

You will discover beyond the how, day by day.

And somehow,
you will find a hiding place, in the presence of the winter storms.
harbour at a safe haven, in the midst of the storms.
star lights up your direction, in the midst of darkness.
an oasis in the midst of the sun scorhed land.

When?

Just like a seed,
fallen into the ground,
rest and work,
work and rest,
in the fullness of time,
it will sprout,
it will blossom,
it will bear fruit,
30, 60 and 100 fold

When?
Just in time.