I was sitting cross-legged when a tangerine man walked and went up stage.
He looked so divine with seriousness on his face. I could see neither ill feelings nor a sign of rage.
He sat with graciousness. He talked with compassion. He delivered the message loud and clear.
"Today is the day to remember, pay homage, say thanks and offer your success to your mother dear."
He continued, "Words may not be enough in expressing your gratitude to her; none the less those are the best."
In addition he said, "She is your one and only- an icon with all the embodiments of beauty laid in a crest."
Then, he pointed out, "She is the lighthouse, the anvil, the cascade, to name a few of her epitome."
In conclusion, delivering in a light voice he muttered, "She is a far beyond compare effigy."
I and we were struck with awe. Silence ruled the hall. Waiting, wanting to hear more we kept ourselves still.
As silence enveloped us, the mouse murmured twice. Sounds and visions made us all thrill.
An attestation of a son's life and her mother's feat appeared right before us - a memoir worth reckoning.
In a split of a second, arrows struck deep down into our hearts. They bled. We cried. The hall was raining.
We were tears wet, we were sighing, we were reminiscing, a sense of belongingness engulfed us all
An ideation came into me.- " A MAN will possibly abandon his MOTHER but SHE can never will." I would always recall.
Moving swiftly on the floor
While chasing its prey,
With eyes wide open, whiskers swerving,
Ears standing still;
Surprisingly frolicking its victim
In the mid summer's day.
I wonder if the cat would really
Dare to go for a kill.
Lady Capulet: Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
Nurse: Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird! God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
you stole my heart, and I don't want it back
How very little can be done under the spirit of fear.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself.
What brings understanding is love. When your heart is full, then you will listen to the teacher, to the beggar, to the laughter of children, to the rainbow, and to the sorrow of man. Under every stone and leaf, that which is eternal exists. But we do not know how to look for it. Our minds and hearts are filled with other things than understanding of "what is". Love and mercy, kindliness and generosity do not cause enmity. When you love, you are very near truth. For, love makes for sensitivity, for vulnerability. That which is sensitive is capable of renewal. Then truth will come into being. It cannot come if your mind and heart are burdened, heavy with ignorance and animosity.
Polonius: [Aside] How pregnant sometimes his replies are! A happiness that often madness hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of.
Want of love is a degree of callousness; for love is the perfection of consciousness. We do not love because we do not comprehend, or rather we do not comprehend because we do not love. For love is the ultimate meaning of everything around us. It is not a mere sentiment; it is truth; it is the joy that is at the root of all creation.
Enobarbus: I will praise any man that will praise me; though it cannot be denied what I have done by land.