Its being a while since my last picture post, so here it goes. I am not too sure about the name of this galaxy (probably not christened yet with a proper name other than a code). I love it anyways... Amazing stuff. =^)
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Have I told you lately...
Its being a while since my last picture post, so here it goes. I am not too sure about the name of this galaxy (probably not christened yet with a proper name other than a code). I love it anyways... Amazing stuff. =^)
Take some Joy for that headache...
Being lost in space is truly something to behold... I had the luxury of that experience over the past week i think. That is the only problem with being lost in space though; that is you never really know you are there until after you come back to the real world. I, grateful and humble in my previous privileged feeling of being out of the mundane and the tedious, have had my time basking in the indulgence of ignorance; now the stark yet benign reality of daily life pierces through my week-dream.
Despite it all seemingly being some ridiculous sense of estrangement from reality, a blissful whim of ignorance, I still revelled in it. The world seems so out-of-place, disjointed, artificial, that this dream-scape seems more real. It seems so hard to tell if what I saw, what I experienced in this episode, were flights of fantasy or a real improvement of well-being. Perhaps its a bit of both?
Truthfully, I shall never know, if that is the only thing that I do know.
Despite it all seemingly being some ridiculous sense of estrangement from reality, a blissful whim of ignorance, I still revelled in it. The world seems so out-of-place, disjointed, artificial, that this dream-scape seems more real. It seems so hard to tell if what I saw, what I experienced in this episode, were flights of fantasy or a real improvement of well-being. Perhaps its a bit of both?
Truthfully, I shall never know, if that is the only thing that I do know.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Musings about a fruit tree
Outside my window there stands an fruit tree, now threadbare of leaves in the mid-autumn air. At times I would look up and out from my bed in the wee hours of mor'n and see bright light riding forth from the east, making long slender silhouettes that look like withered hands clawing desperately for the shroud of night to return. In the day it makes stark lines across the sky, slashing the stagnant blue into tiny fragments. Once a small bird rested upon one branch and chirped a tune in the afternoon breeze, a strange occurance indeed. I had looked at it from my desk, puzzled by the sound that usually comes in the morning. Then evening would come spilling on the wind, an ink-like stain that spreads from the west even as the light of day retreated, the slender fingers swaying in the wind. In the dead of night where sleeplessness reign, those dark lines would appear thicker yet softer in the starlight, and sometimes appear disjointed. It seems as if the branches are reaching into heaven itself, to wrestle starry gems from their resting places.
I could sit and look at this tree for hours, and it would never stop fascinating me. I wondered: this tree would have saw me when I was 13, newly arrived at a new house, unsure of the neighbourhood; it would have been amused at my effort in painting miniature models at 14; it would have watched me when I was 15, that day when I had stole away beneath it to examine my loot from a foray into the local shop; it would have laughed when I was 17 as I tried to clear possums from the gutter above my room; it would have... witnessed my first time in God's loving arms when I was 19 and alone in the dark room upon my bed; it would have observed my resolution at 20 to read the Word every night before I slept; it could be looking right now even as I am typing this at 21; indeed this tree has seen the shaping of me from boy to man (maybe). Scary thought, but yet somehow comforting and warm at the same time. This tree would know something about me, but to compare that with what God knows.... I guess if He has been here since Day One: how immeasurably more would He know about me?
Woah
I could sit and look at this tree for hours, and it would never stop fascinating me. I wondered: this tree would have saw me when I was 13, newly arrived at a new house, unsure of the neighbourhood; it would have been amused at my effort in painting miniature models at 14; it would have watched me when I was 15, that day when I had stole away beneath it to examine my loot from a foray into the local shop; it would have laughed when I was 17 as I tried to clear possums from the gutter above my room; it would have... witnessed my first time in God's loving arms when I was 19 and alone in the dark room upon my bed; it would have observed my resolution at 20 to read the Word every night before I slept; it could be looking right now even as I am typing this at 21; indeed this tree has seen the shaping of me from boy to man (maybe). Scary thought, but yet somehow comforting and warm at the same time. This tree would know something about me, but to compare that with what God knows.... I guess if He has been here since Day One: how immeasurably more would He know about me?
Woah
Saturday, May 20, 2006
The Secret Place
A place of serene quietness,
secluded yet connected,
Not reckless but abandon.
None but Jesus.
Through this cul de sac,
Girt between mountains,
Misty vapour enshrouded,
A river of life is He,
Awash my soul with peace.
Over hazy pools of crystal,
Beneath mighty willows
Swaying ever so softly in
Gentle breeze of mor'n.
The sounds of waters
Does so sooth my soul,
A quiet yet comely song,
Easing sorrows ill-got.
It is here I come
In times of trouble,
The secret place, abide
Under the shadow of
The Almighty.
Psalm 91
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day,
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you.
Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.
Because you have made the LORD, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling;
For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways.
In their hands they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.
You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot.
“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high, because he has known My name.
He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.”
NKJV
Monday, May 15, 2006
Its nice to be indoors.....
Who can stand the freezing cold these days? I was just taking a quiet stroll around the HOUSE and I couldn't think of anything else other than the COLD. Maybe its just got to do with the remoteness of my place, or the fact that my ceiling reaches about 4-5 meters high at places in my house... but still...
Yup these days I am just glad that I can stay indoors.
Yup these days I am just glad that I can stay indoors.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Back from the Dead (Online at least...)
Yup i am back from being lostinspace somewhere in the vast but not infinite reaches of my mind. Only God holds the record for having an infinite mind i think.... yes, anyways, just to pop a message here to let my readers (if indeed there are any =P) know that i am indeed still alive and havent being wrestled away to be with my maker. Ahem. Though that would be GOOD, for me and maybe for some others (!!!), i do intend to stay, for the time being anyways. This is coz i know there is some things that i need to do, and i have not made it through my entire journey yet.
Yes indeed i am on a journey. I am sure alot of you are also going through a journey of your own. Each of us walks a path, headed for some unseen destination, some of us hopeful, some of us wearied, some of us joyful, some of us want to die.
I see it as a great big desert, full of sand rippled by the fierce and roaring winds, sprawled out across the face of the earth beneath the faint lights of the stars. Apart from the shifting sands, nothing happens here that is new; it is a stagnant place, devoid of change, as it was when time began. Not even the light of the stars reach this place: darkness reigns supreme, thick and choking, as if like a dark cloak drawn over the whole landscape. Even as our minds' eyes fly across this vast expanse of emptyness, loneliness and helplessness consumes our souls. To traverse its barren, desolate face is akin to walking over an emotional, mental and physical drain.
Yet there exists amid this blank landscape one small place reserved as though separated. There at the edges of this place the desert sands hold no dominion, giving way to long swaying grass and Trees growing as high as the tall towers of Babylon. Here the quiet, gentle waters of a vast Oasis sustains life; there is seldom a day that goes by here that is exactly the same as the preceding day. A Great King reigns over this paradise, and all within revere him.
Selah
Call it Eden, Canaan, the Promised Land, whatever you would like, but it does not change the fact that it is indeed the one and only place that anyone would want to be in. Mankind like dust motes arise in the sands, born into the still darkness of this vast desert, each blind like the other, at first tripping over each other, but after a while tripping over only on sand, as each wanders apart from the other, unable to see. Each has something within their hearts that tells them of better things, of the Oasis, and the Trees, but each remain unable to see. Each of them wanders and cry out, in self-pity, in anguish, in anger, but nothing they do can make them see, for the darkness is thick and there is no light. Some grow used to this desolation, while some remain in auguish.
Then came one who was sent by the Great King, to gather up these wretched people of the sands. And he holds a torch and upon a stallion of no small stature rode out at great speed even as the darkness grow ever more thicker, so thick as to make the light from the torch seem small and powerless from the distance. Yet as the King's messenger draw near, each person can see ever more clearly, and behold the glorious light that the torch indeed shines forth. He leads them back to whence he came, one by one.
Each of our journeys is like that i am sure. Once we were lost, but now we are found. Where once was only darkness, now there is a light that none of us can ever fathom and can ever live without. Praise the Lord. Even those of us born into Christian homes must confess that at times their lives can seem like this barren desert that has no name. No one is at the Oasis yet, no one has made it there yet. But indeed, we are all on a journey; we are being led there even now, even as we trip upon sand, or trip upon each other. And in this desert, nothing exists that can stop us from getting there except for ourselves.
Yes indeed i am on a journey. I am sure alot of you are also going through a journey of your own. Each of us walks a path, headed for some unseen destination, some of us hopeful, some of us wearied, some of us joyful, some of us want to die.
I see it as a great big desert, full of sand rippled by the fierce and roaring winds, sprawled out across the face of the earth beneath the faint lights of the stars. Apart from the shifting sands, nothing happens here that is new; it is a stagnant place, devoid of change, as it was when time began. Not even the light of the stars reach this place: darkness reigns supreme, thick and choking, as if like a dark cloak drawn over the whole landscape. Even as our minds' eyes fly across this vast expanse of emptyness, loneliness and helplessness consumes our souls. To traverse its barren, desolate face is akin to walking over an emotional, mental and physical drain.
Yet there exists amid this blank landscape one small place reserved as though separated. There at the edges of this place the desert sands hold no dominion, giving way to long swaying grass and Trees growing as high as the tall towers of Babylon. Here the quiet, gentle waters of a vast Oasis sustains life; there is seldom a day that goes by here that is exactly the same as the preceding day. A Great King reigns over this paradise, and all within revere him.
Selah
Call it Eden, Canaan, the Promised Land, whatever you would like, but it does not change the fact that it is indeed the one and only place that anyone would want to be in. Mankind like dust motes arise in the sands, born into the still darkness of this vast desert, each blind like the other, at first tripping over each other, but after a while tripping over only on sand, as each wanders apart from the other, unable to see. Each has something within their hearts that tells them of better things, of the Oasis, and the Trees, but each remain unable to see. Each of them wanders and cry out, in self-pity, in anguish, in anger, but nothing they do can make them see, for the darkness is thick and there is no light. Some grow used to this desolation, while some remain in auguish.
Then came one who was sent by the Great King, to gather up these wretched people of the sands. And he holds a torch and upon a stallion of no small stature rode out at great speed even as the darkness grow ever more thicker, so thick as to make the light from the torch seem small and powerless from the distance. Yet as the King's messenger draw near, each person can see ever more clearly, and behold the glorious light that the torch indeed shines forth. He leads them back to whence he came, one by one.
Each of our journeys is like that i am sure. Once we were lost, but now we are found. Where once was only darkness, now there is a light that none of us can ever fathom and can ever live without. Praise the Lord. Even those of us born into Christian homes must confess that at times their lives can seem like this barren desert that has no name. No one is at the Oasis yet, no one has made it there yet. But indeed, we are all on a journey; we are being led there even now, even as we trip upon sand, or trip upon each other. And in this desert, nothing exists that can stop us from getting there except for ourselves.
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