It is the color of your heart,
The splash of color of the lipstick
your mother bought you when you were a teen,
It is the color of the flower given to you during courtship
by your suitor
Not to mention the flower gifted
by your girl friend at campus
during your twentieth birthday
The blood of countless soldiers in the countryside
Shouting for peace.
The color of the grain from the first strike of sunshine
in the time of harvest
The color of the smile from the peasant’s face at first glance
The color of muscovado from the sugar workers
It used to be your favorite
But now at the middle of this winding journey
You opted to be mellow
But still your passion is teeming with this color
Passion for your sisters
In the grassroots
shouting for land justice which is scarce.
Behold the color of your heart!
The burning color of the sensation you feel now
despite the waning ember of your youth.
It remains the color of your Power.
This article is a response on the prompt Chaos.
I thrive on chaos. I find orderly things to be boring. Filipinos like me thrive on chaos. You can see how the jeepneys in Philippine roads do their driving. They drive bumper to bumpers. While commuters also do not follow certain rules. They cross in side of the streets where there is a “No Jaywalking” sign. There is no order. Everybody has his own set of rules. They are orderly in their chaos.
The Chaos theory states that life started in Chaos first before Creation.
I do not know but I really do operate in chaos. In management setting, you have to have a sense of order. Otherwise, it will be time wasters. I have learned to manage my activities, somehow.
My best friend is the opposite of me. And she said that successful people in the corporate world are those who have a system of order in their personal life and in the office.
Why do I tend to be disorganized. I do not know but some would say that it is a reflection of your mind.
If you are used to multitasking, you really cannot avoid a certain level of chaos because in a dynamic world, that is how it is.
There can never be orderliness when there is no disorderliness.
To gather the hays
Air cracking sound
The coldness of the night
Soothes my itching skin
The waves of the wind
at my ears blending
Into the barking of the dogs
And the sound of the cars passsing
From the highway street
Makes me toss to my bed
My mind is like the
brightness of the full moon
Beholding ancient skies.