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Nov 2014
Eyes closed
Blinded by violent sun rays
The land seems foreign
But you own and nurture it
Now you walk its valleys and peaks
With your soul as your only guiding light

They think you can't see
But you've survived centuries
Inside the deep seas
You're an old soul
Perhaps odd too
But one thing for sure
You've had too much to see

Your eyes filled with desert sands
Mixed with water from the oasis
You gasp for air
For long you've had oxygen supplied to you
Food chewed for you and fed to you as pulp
Now you want to take control
And once again throne the chair

Fists clenched
As if you'd just woken up
From a terrible dream
The whole neighborhood awake
Because of your loud screams
How far did you sleepwalk
And strayed from your spiritual beam

You think they wanna open your fists
And read the secret seams
The exotic path on your palms
A sacred pact between yourself
And your originator
Now you choke
From all the fear you've generated

To your surprise
Everyone around you is smiling
And you immediately ask yourself
"Are these people happy or are they lying
Pretending to rejoice when they're only gathered here to watch me dying"

"Welcome to the puzzle game"
A voice inside you says
"The only baffling factor here
Is that you are the puzzle
And the puzzle is you
The world is but a mold
Complete and incomplete
With and of itself"

Just like a folding daisy
You slowly open up
And take it all in, the light, the madness
And slowly you regain your sight
You lift your arms and feel the wind
Brush against your broken wings

Gradually you learn to unclench your fists
For therein lies your secret code
The coordinates to your destination
The part of the world better known as home
Ironically, this is not the end
But the beginning to this beautiful game called life

Be it a map to a secret treasure
A key to a door to unsolved mysteries
Or a keyword that will capture
Someone's heart until time
Raptures love without all the miseries
Or simply a fortune cookie with a prank written inside

That code is yours
Etched upon your tiny hands
It is your responsibility to decrypt that message
And interpret it to fit your purpose
And your purpose is nothing more
Than what you make it.
the other Umi
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the other Umi  babble of the brook
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