Sunday, October 5, 2008

My Kite Runner


Let me fly this kite of hope.I made this from a paper of love, full of colors, stunning and blinding you with a multitude shade of colors..Spreading its wing with its own rainbow tint.Let me explore the sky with wider wings and hold my strings tight so that I won't be blown by the air of distraction and negative elements. If ever I would be thrown away by a big whoosh of wind, I hope I would still land to where you are standing. If ever my structure would be ruined or destroyed by unknown element, pick up all the pieces that scattered my parcels of hope. I want to fly and fly with your motions of affection. I'm maneuvering the air and I can feel the velocity of my emotions and the speed that creates shiver in my veins. Be my kite runner..Be the keeper of my strings of hope.

Can you tie me to the end of a kite?
Every ray of light will be my guiding light.
Every time the wind blows stronger
I will feel my spirit rise and stay up longer
Tie me up tightly by your side
So I may go with you wherever you reside
And anytime the atmosphere looks dimmer
You will be my guide, my kite runner...

I want to fly with you.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

In sphere, I'm Free...

In my invented sphere, I'm free..I envelop myself with its circumference wherein the dimension given is already enough for me to go around.I calculate the given axis with the number of coordinates needed to occupy every point of my being.In my sphere, it involves a set of all points in 3-dimensional space..From afar, you can see a space which is a two-dimensional surface, where pairs of points on the sphere on opposite sides of the diameter which they call "antipodes"...But I'm not a geometer nor  a topologist, so I won't be dealing my space with number of coordinates in the underlying space..I won't be indexing the number of my motions..I won't be making any calculation of  my range to determine my direction..I just want to be in this position, mounted and free to pivot until aligned with the earth's magnetic field..enclosing myself with this dome, until forced to find the real compass in my inner being..I'm shaping a form flexible to any shape.I'm encircling my spirit with the air that creates the atmosphere, capturing my being with its form..I can't escape but I'm elevating...and I'M FREE...