moksha

i waited up until the last minute to find something that inspired me enough to write about it... i waited to see if i'd stumble upon something so amazing that i'd have to whip out my notebook and pen right then and there and write a glorious piece about it.. but no...i didn't find such a thing..why do i always begin with major issues that i don't know nuts about..after a bit of thinking...

however..i've realized that there are all kinds of little things in everyday life that inspires me in some form...perhaps i'm intrigued by their beauty or their mysteriousness or something else completely...for example.. have you ever watched dust fly around in the light of a sun beam shining through the window? it's beautiful..oddly enough..it sparkles and floats and never seems to land anywhere...again i think that's beautiful...

beauty lies within other everyday things too...like watching the next door neighbour feeding the cats in the morning...a candle flame flickering..the smell of new books..and watching someone you love as they sleep..counting their eyelashes and studying their hands, their face and listening to their steady breathing...the faint sound of traffic driving through rain...the smell of freshly baked brownies... a hug... the clicking sound of cameras usually make.. .when "one message received" on your cellular appears...the framed photographs of your loved ones..the view of the sunrise..and it sets...the spectacular brightest star shines for you on some random nights...heh...reading a real hand-written letter..to feel your feet on the wet grass..the feeling on sunday morning when the clock reads seven o'clock and you know you don't have to wake up...the warmth of a blanket...to be cuddled..and always the comfort of old shoes..the abstract paintings on the wall..the sound of laughter from a child...the smell of coffee brewing.. to feel the lightness after donating your blood.. to learn new language..the taste of good mamak mee..and of course the words, "i love you"..or even holding a starfish in your hands.. a bubble bath... reading a good book..the strong bond of a family..the sound of rain tapping against the window...the smile on the faces of your parents.. nothing in this world could ever replace the beautiness of that very moment..

i suppose i've found myself inspired not by one large and amazing thing.. but by many tiny things that happen all the time...maybe that's what life is about the small things..bits and pieces that make up every day...they are, perhaps, what matter most...

as i’m inspired with a Sanskrit word, Moksha…that is to find beauty in everyday ordinariness..i thank God for giving me this much of overwhelming feelings..the gratefulness of every lil existence in life..Alhamdullillah..

** this was written on june 24th, 2005, i happened to find this in my writing journal ***