I delight watching things from their outset,
I am soothe to see the genesis of things.
They remind me of the child, the curious eyes
Ever sparkling within.
I see beauty in simpleness of anything even at their lowly outset,
For they possess the genuine truth of precious purity.
They remind me of my beginnings
Like the water glorybinds(kangkong) growing wild in the marshes,
They bring back memories of the backyards
Of some houses I lived as a child.
In some quiet afternoons during my untamed moments,
I would sit motionless in a corner facing the swamp in our backyard
Listening to the soothing sounds, the slightest of movements
In the still water at one o’clock
When the world in my young mind
Takes a nap with my mother on her siesta.
I would sneak out of the house through the backdoor
To celebrate the joy of my earliest found solitude
In the company of nature ~
Befriending the dragonflies hovering over my head,
The birds nestling in the reeds,
The snails petiently taking thier journeys from one rock to the next,
While my mind quietly travels to the unknown future
Interrupted by occasional sightings of the gourami
That stir the still water creating tiny ripples on the surface.
But the highlight of the afternoon is the rare sighting of the mudfish(dalag)
Making that splash and swashing sound and wild movements
In the dense growth of the water glorybinds as it swims back to the bushes of reeds,
Where the water of the marshes is knee deep and the herons(tagak) nest.
That magical moment of brief beautiful chaos tickles purest joy of childhood madness.
Cherished memories from my genesis ~
My earliest form of entertainment: my humble version of television,
Or a theatre; watching a movie or a concert ~ my idea of a grand show
Happening in our backyard in an atypic stage, in a silverscreen of water glorybinds
Where the dragonflies, the frogs, the birds, the gourami, the snails, the herons, the mudfish
Are the stars, and I, their sole audience.
The show ends with the voice of my mother calling my name at four o’clock.
That’s when the curtains drop,
The world wakes up,
As I walk back home to the door of my genesis.
Jeques, 2010. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies poetry collection.
As I draw the curtains open ~
Welcoming the lights to my room ~ in the morning,
I’m warmly greeted by ethereal scenery
From my window of the garden.
Velv’ty petals, captivating.
Ferns’ fronds waving, pruned bonsai trees, green leaves sparkling.
The morning dew trickles on the leaves, like pearls dripping.
My secret treasures, my blessings.
Along, a light soundtrack playing
Of winds whistling and birds in the background chirping.
Close eyes, I inhaled the eucalyptus essence
Wafting the air of the morning.
A breeze steals me a tender kiss
In my mind, I draw someone’s face, and lips, and wished.
Evanescence, with open eyes my wish vanished.
‘Tis gone, like a dream, leaves no trace.
Fruits mellow as I wake today.
Seeds sprout, birds perch and nestle in the mango tree.
Fishes swim in the pond, confined yet feeling free.
Tendrils cling, vines rising, like me.
There is peace in silence ~
We feel and see life’s essence.
It is in silent moments
That we feel God’s presence.
Try to pause and close your eyes,
You will see truths from lies.
Try to gaze up to the skies,
The heart discovers new things
Invincible to the human eyes.
Now feel the tranquil rhythm of your heart,
Listen closely ~
Did you hear that?
My heart sings lovesongs my love.
That’s how close your heart to mine.
Serenity in silence.
In silence you will hear me.
And feel me.
Seize my presence ~