A yearn met

Socio Economy, post-modern and theology banter
These clutters of society do not grip the yearn inside
The insatiable void thirsts for a divine relationship
One that does not brittle. “A new high?” my inquisitive pries
Yes, a new high.

I am led to a scene behind all the yesteryears and eons
Eras go flipping by like pages gleaned through effortlessly
I envision a dilapidated manger flocked by livestock
Awed to find a family there and oh, wait!
A child I also see wrapped in shoddy yet princely demeanor.

Worship wrings this heart with due fervor on such a sight
In prostrate curiosity, as if determined to solve this riddling feeling
I stare into the eyes of His innocence
Only to discover a blueprint of love, of humility, of reconciliation, of relationship and of divinity.

“Who is this bundle of Deity?” enquires my baffled entity
Says He “I am who satisfies every thirst
No yearn can I not bridge
The blueprint you see is – you.
Take heart. Rest, I will give unto thee.”

Henceforth yearn, I will never again.

A brighter afterthought

The open field. The slight simmer of the tiltilating sunlight. The blades of grass swaying against each other.

Reminisce captures Diederich into a daze.

He relives his childhood which takes him far yonder into a little village of Balzer, Russia.
As German immigrants in the country, his family oversaw a small patch of Russian meadow alongside the Volga River.

Rural Russia educated the young Diederich with a vocation of grazing his family's sheep on these luscious green moors.
It was on these vocational wanderings that he would lead his herd to the crest of the meadows and there he would close his eyes.
Facing the sun with his eyes closed, he would pry them open a little while afterword.

This made his world seem brighter so he had thought.

The sky became clearer. The grass greener. And even his sheep resembled the skien of the whitest yarn that his mother weaved for family clothing.

That was the past.

Twenty years later, standing at a crest of a hill far away from his village in Russia, Diederich's eyes are closed.
A question "Would the world seem brighter if I opened them?" repeatedly nudges his inner self. "Does it?" continued the nudge.

Then as if the question nudged him a little too hard, he opens his eyes. Yes, his childhood find still stands true!
The blood looked more crimson. His uniform screamed of the blood smeared on it. The corpses of fallen comrades around him - lifeless.

His eyes do not fail him yet. The horde of enemy battalion is advancing toward Diederich from the nearby crest.

How he had wished to make the war just disappear; to just close his eyes and open them: seeing his world being brighter and livelier than ever.

His Luger. It has fired its fair share of bullets so he had thought.
Pointing the Luger to his temple, Diederich shuts his eyes and prays that his new world does not disappoint.

Cold Infidelity

The night was cold, frigid with an evening chill.

Two shadows emerge under the moonlit tapestry of the twinkling hosts.
Lucille walks along a pebble strewn pathway. Even with her hand warmed by Kirk's, she could feel the thin crisp air circling around her auburn locks of hair. Lucille relishes these late night walks with Kirk. Mesmerized by Kirk's features complimented by the moon's glow, a voice whispers in her head "Could Lucille wish for anything more?"

The frivolous banter that coupled the two made all clutter just dissipate.

The night was cold, frigid with an evening chill.

A shadow emerges. The blade of the hatchet reflected the moonlit tapestry of the twinkling hosts.
Not even the gnawing cold of the night could blanket the hate screaming out of the his eyes.

His loathe directed at the figure courting his wife.

When Faith Isn’t Working

When Faith Isn’t Working

The Porcelain Seat

Now now. All you Pottery Barn enthusiasts, you better hold your horses. This isn’t a new appeal scripted for your coterie by the marketing minds of Pottery Barn. Don’t get me wrong, I am not undermining the prowess of such impeccable intellectuals. It is just another insane (but true), mundane activity that we may be oblivious of.

So what does a rational and sane human being do on or implement with such a controversial seat? Drink from it? Dogs would give a thumbs up! for that (in their case, a paw up!). That would barf me up though – a huge barf session.

On a serious note, the porcelain seat is a rendezvous point between you and your very own cranium sans the clutter and disarray of all genres of a social circle. It is the shrine where every soul tends to, on all “twos” go into a state of introspection.

In my case, “relief” comes along with the seat in fine print. However, it directs me to a much greater calling than just a bland emotion of relief. I tend to solve a lot of the issues sitting on the porcelain stool. I kinda can relate to Auguste Rodin (the sculptor of the historically acclaimed bronze masterpiece—“The Thinker”) as to why a man would be at his best thinking position – sitting down. I feel like this work of art every time I get seated on the “seat”.

According to a new University of British Columbia study, it finds that our brains are much more active when we daydream than previously thought. The study, published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, finds that activity in numerous brain regions increases when our minds wander. It also finds that brain areas associated with complex problem-solving – previously thought to go dormant when we daydream – are in fact highly active during these episodes.

Now resting my case, where else do can we allow our brain to wander aimlessly (“aimlessly” is an understatement to the study stated a paragraph back) but also solving most of our innermost trivial issues? Answer: The porcelain seat!

So the next time the “pressure train” rams you—hard! and beckons you to The Thinker’s seat (forgive me, Mr Auguste Rodin for borrowing your “nude dude” in vain), think of it as an appointment to your shrink wherein a load of your shenanigans can be decrypted and solved.

So, go! Don’t “hold back”, just “let go”.

P.S: For the simple minded, synonyms for the Porcelain Seat: the john, the can, the crapper, the thunder mug or just wait for “it”, you’ll be acquainted to it shortly.

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