For a girl named Peace (a brief sequel)

This happens a few years later at an international airport. The story character Ka is on transit on his way flying out to a distant isolated classified land for another long assignment on earth just as he has promised the writer Ka in the last SnowLand story. On the other hand, the character Peace happens to have just flown in to see a new client on her design assignment. Here is the conversation between the two story characters after they greet each other politely like any acquaintances do. They are sitting in Starbucks for a quick drink and a brief update for the limited time at hand.

K: It’s been some time since the SnowLand ending and you don’t seem to have changed.

P: Thank you. Neither have you.

K: How are things with you?

P: I am still in my interior design profession. You? How come you have come back to earth? I thought you couldn’t change back from the light form?

K: I have been promoted. I am now able to transform between the physical and the invisible existence, which seems like light in your perception. I have been assigned a new mission.

P: There is something I want you to answer me honestly. Why didn’t you ever come for me? I thought you have promised!

K: No. I didn’t say that. In our last goodbye I said I would be circling earth and other planets in a light form and yearly if you care to look up on a certain date I can manifest to you and let you know that light form is me regardless where you may be on that date.

P: I thought you would appear to me the way you did at my window at the last farewell in SnowLand. And you never did. Anyway I didn’t carry out the additional year’s design commission. I left SnowLand and returned home as soon as you left.

K: I know. K2 told me.

P: I was disappointed you never came as I thought you would. I am also disappointed now when I see that you can transform into a man again and you never bother to contact me and tell me you have returned to earth!

K: It is a classified secret. I am not even supposed to be talking to you. I know you are safe and well. That is all I need to know. Now that you have seen me and know I am safe and well too, there is really nothing else that matters. Right?

P: Right.

K: You see, I am doing an important job that protects all mankind, including you and your loved ones. Isn’t it better this way?

P: Yes. I will always remember what you have come to earth for and how you are willing to give even your life to defend the earthlings and the one you love. O, how I have missed you, K. (She burst into tears.)

K: (silence until P stops sobbing.)

P: If only we were like normal earth couple, living a normal happy life with each other for a long long time. K2 is not you! I don’t want to grow old with him! That’s why I left immediately.

K: There is no “If only” in earth life. Nothing can repeat or replace itself. Even the water flowing through a river. Not the same water flows through even though they may look alike to our eyes. I know K2 cannot be me.

P: Is it too late to start afresh now? Is it not in your agenda?

K: We have missed the appointment that brief season on earth that time offered. What is written cannot be unwritten. It is over, A. (Her original name) In fact, you are not the same anymore in time. Neither am I. The truth is every moment in time on earth can never be repeated or replaced.

P: Like the water.

K: Yes, like the water. Or a snowflake. Since I am on earth I won’t be encircling the earth for a long long time. I won’t be communicating with you or anyone.

P: How shall I know you are still on earth? I am now an ordinary earth woman living by faith in the light. I have no dark power to link to you or find you anymore.

K: When you look up the sky at night when the sky is clear and full of light, you can find a bright star that seems to be constantly fixed in the North. That star signifies me, still on earth, guarding earth.

P: (Sobbing again. then she composes herself and looks at K.)

K: They have just called for boarding. I have got to leave now. Remember the song by Mark Knopfler “wherever I go”? Nice song to listen to. There’s a place in my heart, may you always know, I’ll keep a flame there for you, Wherever I go. Goodbye.

Mark Knopfler’s “Wherever I Go”
(feat. Ruth Moody)

Mark Knopfler’s “Wherever I Go”
(feat. Ruth Moody)

Maybe I’m bound to wander
From one place to the next
Heaven knows why
But in the wild blue yonder
Your star is fixed in my sky

Just another bar at a crossroads
So far from home
But that’s alright
Whenever I’m going down a dark road
I don’t feel alone in the night

There’s a place in my heart
Though we’re far apart
May you always know
No matter how long since I saw you
I’ll keep a flame there for you
Wherever I go

They’re looking to close up in here
They’re pulling down the blinds
But they’ll let you stay awhile
They’re not going to mind

Now I’ve got to leave you, brother
So this round’s mine
Here’s looking at you, anyhow
You can go on and have another
They won’t call time
I’m going to say my goodbyes now

There’s a place in my heart
Though we’re far apart
May you always know
No matter how long since I saw you
I’ll keep a flame there for you
Wherever I go

Ka’s futuristic fiction about self-less love

Ka’s Snowland deer

Last Christmas I attempted a new mini-series about a man named Ka from another realm being born into the earth life to complete an assignment on earth. He is assigned to a place called Snowland where he meets a girl named Peace. There are sixteen episodes. In each episode there is a quote from Orhan Pamuk’s books. And I used the quote to work on a theme for that episode. The writer of the series named Ka is a fictitious character. He writes himself into the story and interacts with the hero Ka. The two main characters (Ka and Peace) in the story are based on glimpses of two real persons who reveal themselves in bits and pieces in the experience of Ka the writer.

Looking back, it is quite an experiment to weave a story around two persons in the future. The main goal is to bring out the subject of the essence of future love. I imagine a world interacting with other worlds, human beings interacting with other intelligent beings. In this story the other being is far more intelligent and advanced in terms of existence in his realm. The future character Ka comes for a mission which requires a much higher level of science and technology. At the same time he has a secondary goal, to write a book about the essence of love for the woman character Peace.

What is true love? He describes it and lives it with his earth life. In essence, love means giving without expectation of return. Love means not possessing. Love is not a commodity of exchange, unlike human usage.

The futuristic world of Ka is a world of light. It is formed of the essence of goodness and love, the essence of the Creator, whom he calls, the Source.

Do human have revelation of this reality beyond them and their present world? The answer is yes. There are revelations in the history of mankind. There are humans who have received such enlightenment and tried to write about it. Often we find glimpses of them in various fictions.

We also find it in human heart. There is a tiny hidden spot in each heart where a selfless seed is waiting to be born. A love that goes beyond utility. A love that transcends above everything we have been taught and learned to acquire in earth life.

Does such a love ever manifest in human life? Yes. Sometimes we read about others who give their lives without expecting a return from others. Sometimes we find ourselves giving in such a way that it seems foolish and naive in the eyes of others. Yes, the seed of greatness does manifest itself in our life-time when we allow it to be born.

To such a one, at the moment when the essence of love comes forth in the physical realm, others’ misunderstanding, mistaken views, good or bad, about your perspectives, your actions, and even your motives, no longer matter.

How does Ka the writer work this out? “Good fiction is about asserting the beauties of the world, inventing a new, positive thing. Where am I going to get that? And it should be original; it should not be cliched. So the way I looked at history was not to accuse it of failure.” (Orhan Pamuk)

Our lives are history. After you accumulate lots of years of reading, writing, and practicing living the ideal, you are one step ahead at least in knowing what is good ahead as you write your good future.

Has this blogger, the spiritual mindman, anything to do with the above, creating the writer Ka, and the story character Ka from a future realm? The answer is in the blogs that had started in 2012. Do read some of the earlier blogs and stories.

Meanwhile, is there a sequel for the completed series “For a girl named Peace” which I have already removed from this blog? The sequel is being written, daily by the main characters. In the heart. In decision making. In choices in lives. In lifestyle.

From: Ka

Snowland. May 2020.

another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

Without the weekly-Photo-challenge some of us are feeling a bit lost regarding where to hang out and what to take a photo of. Admittedly many of us have lots of photos in our stock so we are not exactly all dry up and out of ideas. I have discovered that the world is not all that big and soon one traveler just runs out of a new place to go. Maybe I am just not motivated to move…(LOL) Of course I have the excuse that I have been busy with a practically round the clock project during the interval between the end of the daily/weekly prompt and now when I realize that my project is over and I do have an empty space in time into which I may slot a photo or two. Alas, the photo is just nowhere to be found.

So here I am looking at my old stocks. In my farewell post (weekly photo challenge “all times favorites) I inadvertently titled it “don’t look back, she says, I am not there.” A love story in suspense. Yet, here I am, looking back a bit. Maybe a picture and a poem to continue…a story.

20151129-17mile
2015 October

knowing
time
doesn’t ever glance backward
yet i stand here gazing forward
as if she may chime
a bell

no matter the distance
i shall keep my stance
in position
in case this station
will be called to mail

her call
i shall not refuse
or bid adieus

favorites: Don’t look back, she says, I am not there (love story)

The goodbye is too harsh and I can’t resist another post of more of my All-Time Favorites of some of the pictures I am sentimental about (which original stories/poems you may find in this blog by clicking on the caption below each picture).

a snowy slope 3
only way is up

2007 Fuji Mt n tree
this is a letter I will not send

this morning I fly alone
this morning I fly alone: a haiku

new-horizon
another shore beyond 1

another-shore-beyond
another shore beyond 2

nostalgia-family-car-1953
Don’t look back, she says, I am not there

a way ahead
how fleeting is evanescence?

waiting classic jazz
alas, the waiting was too long: for all that jazz

An interesting list of the above original captions (from my earlier weekly-photo-challenge posts):
the only way is up
this is a letter I will not send
this morning I fly alone: a haiku
another shore beyond
Don’t look back, she says, I am not there
how fleeting is evanescence?
alas, the waiting was too long: for all that jazz

random love, favorites for no reason

All-Time Favorites

favorite 20151030CAmirrored sky in waterMount Fuji20150529 tous les jours
these are some of my favorite memories
though you insist
I must say sorry
to have collated at random
with no momentum

here a story
there a story
too many
if any
perchance you remember too
just as I do

pictures
are good for goodbye
as time goes by
a rhyme you may find

forlorn love
hidden cove
once removed
now restored

so long
farewell
goodbye

Beloved and a poet -a poem in a dream

poem for beloved2
waiting for my Beloved

Because the sky is so blue, the trees are so green and the clouds are marching pass, he just has to write to his Beloved.  So here comes the poem someone hands to me in a dream about this old love of a beloved and a poet.

I have to write to my beloved
before this song of spring kisses my heart
like countless encounters shoved
mercilessly repeating its depart

I can hear your distant song
clear as bells from yonder hill
here is my heart please don’t stay too long
though you must go, rest awhile, for all your dreams refill

You sing of life
you sing of hope
you sing of every dream I claim I am

I have to write to you my beloved
but I cannot say
what I have prepared for perchance
my head starts snowing
and frights away last year’s wee birds nesting
pulling out my roots from rooting
yet my lamp is still burning
my heart is never quenching
to dream the dream of immortalizing

autumn story: an old love hat song

Just a Peek at autumn’s end.
mining townnever will I leave you, he said, not again
faded eyes blurring with moist drops
like rare autumn squinting sudden plops

(not even when fall comes to stay and/or if our hair should fall?)

no I will never leave you old, not again for gold,
see, all tidal waves are churning into buttery yuletide

putting down his battered hat
the prospector comes home.

(frantically digging cob-web caked in false gold teeth with man-made ivory-handled pick,
the wife wakes
and hears long-forgotten song
“Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home)

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By the look in your eye
I can tell you’re gonna cry
Is it over me?

If it is, save your tears
For I’m not worth it
You see

For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam
Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home
I’m telling you that’s my home

You had romance
Did you break it by chance
Over me?

Young Paul – Wherever I Lay My Hat Thats My Home
(UK No. 1 single for three weeks in July 1983.)

A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters 46: how to define love? (2017 Revised)

1 Corinthians 13:5The spirit-mind man realizes he does not know many things about love and God. Love ties with pain. Here is a word that God uses to describe Himself. Love. What is love? Let us read about love again.
This is what he attempted in this blog before: (with 2017 up to date mind man’s deliberations in human terms and thoughts in brackets)

A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters: chapter ten -how to define love? 07/22/2013 (Quoted below in excerpts)
“the most difficult word: love”
Today we read the most difficult word in the whole Bible, ‘Love’. (Most difficult outside the Bible too)

Love: This is not a shallow, superficial common word as the mind man had thought in his reckless days. There is richness, depth, breadth, width, height here. …
If he attempts to define this word with his human mind, emotion and senses, he knows he would be insulting the word.

The only way to give love justice is to define this word in the Spirit (spirit).

The next question is who is qualified (in terms of supreme authority) to define love?

Not this mind man, however spiritual he (thinks he) has turned into. The only thing he can do is to find his definition in the word of God, and let each reader find his own.

__________Here the definition goes:

The plumb-line of love: sacrificial. For example: God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, Jesus, so that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. God should be receiving man’s sacrifices, but He gave His own Son as a sacrifice! John 3:16 and Romans 5:8. This is how God views love and has demonstrated (unconditional) love to us. God has freely given so we need not try to earn it.
(God’s kind of love warrants one-sided sacrificial giving without the other party favorably responding or wanting to receive your love. A person in love may think he or she can give that kind of love without regret. But believe me, when human love fades, regret becomes a glaring color in your black and white life.)

Here is one verse that has persuaded the mind man (and impacted his personal decision) about love:

“Love does not demand its own way.” This is what the mind man received from the Lord (1 Corinthians 13:5) when he was on the verge of making a real big decision…
What more can he do but to let go? …Indeed, the heart has its reason that reason cannot comprehend. But, God’s way (of love) can convince and convict one’s heart…

Can one become whole again when one chooses to love in God’s way? The answer is definitely ‘yes’! …Abraham…David…Jesus’ giving Himself was the supreme example.

What motivated them? The mind man could not think of better reason than ‘love’. Love of God…O yes, love of your loved ones too!

‘Love’ indeed is the most difficult word in this spiritual dictionary, and it is also the best word anyone can lay hold of.

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October 28, 2017 spirit-mind-man’s update: This was written four years and three months ago. The human pain felt then can still be felt though much less in intensity and frequency today. Giving up/letting go is the hardest thing to do for anyone. Yet the supreme power of the supernatural love of God gives all the strength one needs to overcome a feeling called pain which ties closely to love. Does anyone lose out because of the love described in 1 Corinthians 13:5? No. Nobody loses out when God’s love becomes the uttermost plumb line in your life. No loss but gain. I pray all who want to encounter God’s kind of love find the peace and security only His love can give. Love means you do no harm to others or to yourself.  Love others in the way God loves you. This is the best ever commandment to keep.

sometimes we cross a bridge and do not look back

crossing an old wooden bridgeSF Bay bridge2I always find Bridges fascinating. Each one encompasses three main phases of life: beginning, ending and in-between. Some bridges we cross for a temporary purpose and we cross back after we have fulfilled that purpose. Some bridges we cross but never intend to return. Some we cross at predictable regular intervals like the crossing is an extended part of one’s being. Some we just never cross. Perhaps we do not have the opportunity to do so in this life. Is there a bridge I must cross but with great reluctance and a sense of immense loss? Yes. I believe the bridge is called “Goodbye, my love.” (Somehow I suspect everyone who loves has a bridge by this name)

a resilient love letter after 8000 days and nights and is still counting

8000-daysMy Resilient love for you. I find it hard not to say I love you, and harder not to love you even in silence, with my heart saying I love you over 8000 days and nights. A thousand days seems a long time for some love. But my love for you, not even eight thousands days can be too long.

How did I first start to love you? Can I really remember? A young man asked today. Of course, I answered. I remember very well. I never forget. How can I ever forget that fateful evening when I stepped into a packed hall and saw you standing on stage and speaking, with your velvety black eyes so dark and yet so full of light? How can I ever forget the passionate love you spoke to my heart through your heart? I remember so well the jet black long hair blown under the ceiling fan, the lightly stirred white dress with tiny blue flowers you wore that day. I remember the voice. Your voice. I was a stranger, standing at the back, watching like a bystander. But your words of true passion and love touched my soul. Your words of kindness and compassion reached my core. I fell in love from that moment on and remain in love for eight thousands days.

No, I never forget.

The young man of 22 is facing a crisis. His loved one has gone faraway to study. His frequent short social media chat messages are becoming stale to her eyes. What is he going to do? He asks. He says that it’s futile to ask anyway because I probably have forgotten how to love when young at his age. LOL, how can I ever forget? We don’t forget. Not in a mere eight thousand days. Not even in eight thousand years.

How do I maintain and sustain my love for you? He asks. Well, I do one thing which few did then and even fewer do today. I write a letter a day to my love. Sometimes you received a weeks’ letters at one go when the postman went on leave. I became a resilient love letter writer. In those days we used typewriter and posted our letters through snail mail. Yes we managed, across oceans we wrote to each other. We did not have smart cell phone or email or any of the social media message channels then. We merely wrote in long hand or type with a manual Olivetti typewriter. The simplicity of our tools did not hinder us one bit.

How do I know you read my letters and not ignore them? He asks. Well, I persisted. I wrote by faith and not by sight. I wrote like you enjoyed reading them and indeed looked forward to receiving them. Somehow one day it all came true. What did I write about? I wrote about the you in my heart, the dreams and hopes for a future together, and my thankfulness for your life crossing mine as two stars meeting at the appointed time and space, even if only momentarily painting the dark night sky with brilliance of eight thousand sparks.

I tell him our 8000 days’ love story. He is the first person I tell. After listening he seems subdued and finally breaks his long silence and says he will start writing a letter to his faraway loved one.

That is why I am writing to you now, this letter of resilient love. 8000 days and still counting. Does old love not fade or perhaps die? This last question the young man thinks but does not ask. Well, I might as well answer his unuttered question. No, eight thousand days is but eight days young. Like the stars, our love is a young love.

8000-nights

a closer look at the heart in the rock: a haiku

(a closer look at the heart in the rock)

heart in a rockhis heart is too small

she nonchalantly flew pass

becoming a dot

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Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.

“Before I had finished praying in my heart, I saw Rebekah coming out with her water jug on her shoulder. She went down to the spring and drew water. So I said to her, ‘Please give me a drink.’

(Matthew 6:21; Genesis 24:45)

a branch at land’s end: a haiku

oceanawed by majestic

vast water and sky beyond

he became a branch

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[ A Promise of Restoration ] But in that day, the branch of the Lord will be beautiful and glorious; the fruit of the land will be the pride and glory of all who survive in Israel.
(Isaiah 4:2 )

a more lasting love: today’s love letter

See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are! But the people who belong to this world don’t recognize that we are God’s children because they don’t know him. Dear friends, we are already God’s children, but he has not yet shown us what we will be like when Christ appears. But we do know that we will be like him, for we will see him as he really is. And all who have this eager expectation will keep themselves pure, just as he is pure.

Everyone who sins is breaking God’s law, for all sin is contrary to the law of God. And you know that Jesus came to take away our sins, and there is no sin in him. Anyone who continues to live in him will not sin. But anyone who keeps on sinning does not know him or understand who he is.

Dear children, don’t let anyone deceive you about this: When people do what is right, it shows that they are righteous, even as Christ is righteous. But when people keep on sinning, it shows that they belong to the devil, who has been sinning since the beginning. But the Son of God came to destroy the works of the devil. Those who have been born into God’s family do not make a practice of sinning, because God’s life[a] is in them. So they can’t keep on sinning, because they are children of God. 10 So now we can tell who are children of God and who are children of the devil. Anyone who does not live righteously and does not love other believers[b] does not belong to God.

Love One Another

love each other
love each other

11 This is the message you have heard from the beginning: We should love one another. 12 We must not be like Cain, who belonged to the evil one and killed his brother. And why did he kill him? Because Cain had been doing what was evil, and his brother had been doing what was righteous. 13 So don’t be surprised, dear brothers and sisters,[c] if the world hates you.

14 If we love our Christian brothers and sisters,[d] it proves that we have passed from death to life. But a person who has no love is still dead. 15 Anyone who hates another brother or sister[e] is really a murderer at heart. And you know that murderers don’t have eternal life within them.

16 We know what real love is because Jesus gave up his life for us. So we also ought to give up our lives for our brothers and sisters. 17 If someone has enough money to live well and sees a brother or sister[f] in need but shows no compassion—how can God’s love be in that person?

18 Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions. 19 Our actions will show that we belong to the truth, so we will be confident when we stand before God. 20 Even if we feel guilty, God is greater than our feelings, and he knows everything.

21 Dear friends, if we don’t feel guilty, we can come to God with bold confidence. 22 And we will receive from him whatever we ask because we obey him and do the things that please him.

23 And this is his commandment: We must believe in the name of his Son, Jesus Christ, and love one another, just as he commanded us. 24 Those who obey God’s commandments remain in fellowship with him, and he with them. And we know he lives in us because the Spirit he gave us lives in us.

(1 John 3 New Living Translation)