This blog is closing.

Everyone,

Just went to tell you that I am about to close this blog. I won't be deleting it, but I won't update it neither.

I've started a new blog called Ripples with a bunch of my friends, which also comes with a slightly different concept. Why don't you go and check it out? =)

www.rippling-ripples.blogspot.com

See you there.

NatCon 2010 Chronicles

To all my NatCon 2010 friends... Here's something for everyone to enjoy - a collection of poems written representing each day of the convention. =)

NatCon 2010 - Day 1

From the four winds,

from the distant horizons

you called, with roaring trumpets

a myriad of colours

of different shades,

of different tones

each bringing, a different song.

Here I am,

at this vantage point

watching the rainbows weave themselves

and their songs resound before you

as you come and take your place

at your throne before the soaring banners,

sitting silently, slowly observing...

what you are about to do next.

NatCon 2010 - Day 2

Dawn breaks

as the sleepers wake

from their previous early slumber

embraced by the morning rays

and the gentle sea breeze

waiting at the balcony.

Silence broken, by the trail of steps

out of the rooms, down the elevator

scattered, but settled.

Silence root on the empty bench

as ears yearn, patiently waiting

for the gentle voice, among the rolling waves...

And eyes fixed

upon the endless seas,

and the golden gleams,

and the birds above it,

and the face of our Sovereign King...

Who first made them all.

Reflections.

NatCon 2010 - Day 3

The key turned

unlocking the attic's door.

Eyes peering slowly

into the dust covered corners

and the many cobwebs

surrounding the abandoned treasures.

Flawed, broken,

dumped and looked away

but priceless gems they really are

if one would only take them up

to repair and put together, the missing pieces

of our hope and dreams, long abandoned.

For God,

for our nation,

for our future generations,

for love...

For the I AM who has sent us out

into the world we are now living in.

Change.

NatCon 2010 - Day 4

The assembly gathered,

a multitude of different cultures;

echoing roars of the congregation

of different tongues, and life

shook the very hall

every time a speaker rose

one by one,

from among them all.

The chalice of their hearts

poured out in the open

and rippled to the corners

as everyone else gather

sitting around the standing centre

each bringing a burning torch

flames kindled, fed by the fuel -

and a bonfire was born.

Voices.

NatCon 2010 - Day 5

The roaring sea

of interveaved fabric

filled the floor

and the empty stage

with the lively music

and graceful dances

and waves after waves

of soul-stirring laughter...

And all suddenly halted

as the youthful flowers

and the playful birds

stand to witness

the change of direction

and the passing of the baton

of a legacy, a dream, and a hope...

from one season, to the next.

Commission.

NatCon 2010 - Day 6 (and Epilogue)

The road finally reaches its end

as the final meeting gather

before the giant throne

and the same golden trumpets

that first summoned them

from the four ends of the land.

Tears walked with joy

together hand in hand

as comrades embrace

and exchange pledges,

locking shields

before returning to their battlefields.

The fire burn higher

as each draws a flame,

placed it in their hearts

while the fragrance of incense

flies away, from the sacred altar

with offerings, of covenantal promises.

The end of the journey

and a new beginning.

***

And may the drink offerings be poured

and the cups returned empty

and the seeds that are planted

grow into an orchard

filled with the choicest fruit

plump, filled with life

worthy for the King of Kings

to be pleased with his servants

as they went out for the harvest

daring to shine in the darkness,

and spreading love to the world,

heading upstream

in pursuing their dreams

in making this world a better place

and for all to acknowledge

his grand boundless glory

reigning, eternity over eternity.

Risk it. U-Turn.

Written by: Wilson Khor Woo Han @ Seymour Nightweaver

Date: 29th November - 4th December 2010

When The Wind Passes By...

When the wind passes by...

Silently listening, to the quiet whispers
concealed behind those hidden words
written on the hearts - often scarred, covered in thorns
longing to be touched, but received none.

Here it is.. seeing, feeling
sometimes pondering - sometimes, wondering
what these souls have gone through
and the paths they take each day
as it gaze, from a great distance
(and even if it is near, it presence never known)
at the emotions revealed before it
behind the masks, that no longer present.

No one knows, even itself
why its heart stirred - by a force not its own
to dance - and sing the secret tunes
of songs it never heard before
as it passes by, through the voiding darkness.

Knowing... that is why it is there for.

When the wind passes by.

When I Look Into Your Eyes

What can I see when I look into your eyes?

This is not the first time I tried, and this will not be my last either. Often my own eyes deceived me, for many times I discover that my own senses are not mine to control - or is it that it is me who is not humble enough to admit the limitations and inadequacies of my own senses?

Of all my friends, you are the one I find that I can never understand, but on the other hand, you are the one who I find is the most precious and whom I can never live without.

You are real, yet you can appear as an illusion before me. You are alive, yet I can still forget that you even exist. You are everywhere, yet I can still fail to notice you.

But above all, and regardless of how hard it is, I will always end up seeking you when all seemed to fail, and you will always somehow be there for me.

To love me, to care for me, and to let me know that you are here, in ways no one has ever done before - and you will never fail to amaze or surprise me every time you did that.

How frustrating it is to live in a flesh with only five senses when actually six is needed.

How hard it is for me to accept the fact as an imperfect yet a perfectionist being, that I will never be good enough for you - yet to be glad that you will continue to love me anyhow.

You never fail to amaze me, even when the truth is; I know that you can do far more than what you have shown to me.

I do not even know who you really are, but somehow you have given me enough reasons to trust you with my life and everything else that is in my hands - and you accept it knowing that my trust alone is broken and needed mend. You just took it all no matter how few is offered.

Such is how I live my life everyday together with a friend like you. No wonder people often find me very hard to cope with.

And I know you will not be offended with my lousy sense of humour.

Again, I never really understand you, but yet I still feel the intimacy with you whenever I can feel your awesome presence even when I can only see but that that is around me.

Sigh. In the end I still doubt what I see before me - because I cannot see what I cannot see, and so is my touch, smell, hear and taste.

And to be honest, I still cannot really see what is there when I look into your eyes - because I can’t see them, God.

But somehow… Somehow I know very well, that your eyes would be the most beautiful pair of eyes I will ever see, and all that I seek will be revealed when I finally get to look into your eyes…

Because I have faith, and that is all I need. =)

From the wind: to a dear friend.