there

there you lay - still and majestic. at times, bashful and shrouded, peeling away your white cover to allow the morning's warm embrace to envelop your being-there. my eyes laid on you, you never fail to stir me awed and humbled beneath your enduring presence. 

time had passed, moments after moments turning into decades of humanity's gains and expanse. i chanced seeing you once more. still and bare. your majesty dwindled beneath man's penchant for conquest and greed. your comforting presence succumbed. your mysteries forever lost. awe turned to sadness. humility to shame. how i yearned to find solace now i may yearn to provide solace to revive you to better days.


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photo:
mae hong son | thailand 
january 2013




  

misty

with the sun slowly creeping behind the shadowed mountains, a thin shroud of white was revealed - gently laid over this humble valley of three mists.


photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013

that was

"The moment I saw and felt you in that space, I must have imagined it, but my heart feels the certainty of time stopping for our chances."

photo:

night market in lake jong kham

mae hong son, thailand

january 2013

to-get-there

at times, one feels that it's time...


photo:
night market in lake jong kham
mae hong son, thailand
january 2013

grill

photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013

loveyou

i remember the time i almost told you i love you. i was nitpicking with the articles and the verbs, unsure which nouns should fit in to my preludes to embellish the three words of the most common expression of affection. it ended with an unassured quietness. your face, once gleaming with youth and idealism, was wearied and impatient. my hesitations and fear of forever tightened my tongue. i remember when your tired eyes met my fearful mine, and i simply cowered myself back to the prospects of staying within my shell of singleness.

we parted that night. it was the last time i saw you and the last opportunity to be physical and personal with you. we stayed in contact. for a while more until the messages stopped coming and sending.

i remember. i loved you. unexpressed but real. and it stays as a memory.


photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013
    

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photo:
mae hong son | thailand
january 2013

as the sky burns from blue

he patiently waits.

for a confirmation of his letters, sent to different recipients, more or less working for the same cause. a same advocacy. a same principle or belief. or religion.

about this living world.
about nature.
about each and every diverse life in this habitation everyone calls earth.

as the sky gradually blurs from its bluish hue, a flame ignites, slowly burning delicate horizon from blue.

there he sits, and still patiently waits.

photo:
wat phrathat doi suthep
chiang mai | thailand
june 2013

sleeping

how the gentle damp kisses and cool caresses
of the heavens
can hush
the lush
of green canopies
and find the forest sleeping
inside gods' subtle embraces.

photo:
doi suthep | chiang mai | thailand
june 2013

a golden delta along the maekong

where the long maekong naga allows the intersection of the commons
among three neighbouring collectives
in the southeast asian region.
this golden delta exists -
bringing,
connecting,
trafficking,
living -
along its porous expanse.

photo:
golden triangle | chiang saenchiang rai | thailandjune 2013