Soul precious

“We unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

Until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight,

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

in the flush of love’s light.

We dare be brave

and suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.”

Touched by an Angel - Maya Angelou

I read this poem here - http://thecomposer2009.wordpress.com/. Am in the mailing list of Sistic & Esplanade but somehow never knew that this is staging NOW, until Sunday. Might go watch, if I have time, that is.

I've never been into poetry, but then again there are a lot of things that I grew to like after I dig deeper into - music, photography, theatre.

I acknowledge my interest for such arts (pastimes? passions? interests? hobbies?) is kinda like what my friend Jom calls the "new toiletbowl" syndrome. Like a kid's obsession with a new toy, until something newer comes along. But what I love is the discovery of such arts, and more so the passions of the artists - toiling in their obsessions, tortured and pleasured at the same time.

Like the fact that I know I'll never be as good a photographer as professionals, or even other hobbyists I know, but I still like appreciating photography - the art of light, and to know that what makes me different from a soul-less being, is the ability to appreciate these uniquely humane expressions, that I have a soul that connects with such beauty in the form of light, of sound and of emotions. Life is beautiful, so is our soul... but so often people are too afraid to be in touch with their own souls, and in the process of that killing the soul, lose their lives too... they cease to live... and begin to only exist...