I made myself a cupful warm lavender latte,
sit on futon tatami while watching wild deers grazing,
at the heart of this neon city,
packed by savvy faces and sophisticated converse,
I’ve remained a passenger dwelling in nature’s prose.
Nothing in my life is about lucky,
Nothing in my story is about pretty.
And despite time’s mercy hesitates to leave scars on my face,
I have become skillful to decipher calamities’ unseen grace.
and it goes like this:
If there is a chance to re-live,
I’d still choose to be this self,
and even in my grave, I’d proudly laugh.
If there is a chance to revive,
never again give up the right to love,
for a life without such dignity
is a life suffered by the worst poverty.
A year of Rebirth,
A journey to Truth,
Thank you, 2020! ❤️
A Dancer, choreographer, A researcher who specializes in Religious Dance and Ritual Performance Study. My blog is the notepad of my consciousness in the modern era we live and a witness of my unique journey on earth, in the cosmos.