「خمسة」growth
[Voice]
[Silence. Then a calm female voice recites the following.]
Once there was a gardener
Whose horse became a dream.
It then became a nightmare
And nothing was redeemed.
His heart was overshadowed
It yielded to the pain
Of lost and broken memories
Of love he'd spent in vain.
There within the labyrinth
He bathed in vapors green.
He poured his very essence
Into pools that can't be seen.
He fell into the precipice
By choice he entered through
Dark waters yet unspoken of.
A loss...
He could not bear to be true.
His fate lay among the flowers
Of the desert morning stars
Uncharted lands and faithful hands
Beckoned from afar.
In time, his eyes will open
And he will begin to see
The beauty of his innocence
Free from memory.
His horse that was a nightmare
will be a promise seen.
No longer there a prisoner
he will realize his dream.
And souls will join and be reborn
In the Eden of his heart.
He'll bring forth a light of unity
From which he will not part.
Loving eyes will no longer pour acid on his soul
For forged within integrity
His horse becomes a foal.
There begins his reckoning
of freedom from the past.
The pain in vain will dissipate
and peace will come to pass.
[There's a brief pause. Tatra's voice unwinds from reciting her poem with unlikely solemnity and regains most of its silly quality.]
I certainly hope that serves as an essay in rhyme~! I have always believed certain feelings are better expressed through a poem, do you not agree?
Growth is never devoid of pain and loss, deep disappointment. Yet there are worthy lessons to be learned even from the darkest times. Becoming strong enough to overcome those shadows is what ensures we shall be ready to face our future!
In that sense, it could be said that such pain and strife is the price we pay for growing. Experience that is gained in painful ways is usually more poignant~! It serves as a warning so we do not rehash the same mistakes. Therefore an equivalence exists in that delicate balance: pain for growth, growth as wisdom... Yet how easy it is for the heart to succumb and become stagnated by grief, when the pain paid is excessive.
[A carefree giggle.] ...My my~ I believe all previous essay subjects are somehow connected~!
[End Voice]
[ ooc: WHY YES SHE IS WEIRD. Poem is The Gardener by Lisa Gerrard. I thought it fits Tatra's view of life quite well. Text version is there in case I screwed up the flash player, but I certainly recommend listening to it instead. ...Just replaced the flash player for trusty old YT. Yes, I did screw the effing code. x__x So yeah. Listen to that instead.
This is also placeholder-ish: I'm going out but will get to tags in a few! /o/]
[Silence. Then a calm female voice recites the following.]
Click to viewOnce there was a gardener
Whose horse became a dream.
It then became a nightmare
And nothing was redeemed.
His heart was overshadowed
It yielded to the pain
Of lost and broken memories
Of love he'd spent in vain.
There within the labyrinth
He bathed in vapors green.
He poured his very essence
Into pools that can't be seen.
He fell into the precipice
By choice he entered through
Dark waters yet unspoken of.
A loss...
He could not bear to be true.
His fate lay among the flowers
Of the desert morning stars
Uncharted lands and faithful hands
Beckoned from afar.
In time, his eyes will open
And he will begin to see
The beauty of his innocence
Free from memory.
His horse that was a nightmare
will be a promise seen.
No longer there a prisoner
he will realize his dream.
And souls will join and be reborn
In the Eden of his heart.
He'll bring forth a light of unity
From which he will not part.
Loving eyes will no longer pour acid on his soul
For forged within integrity
His horse becomes a foal.
There begins his reckoning
of freedom from the past.
The pain in vain will dissipate
and peace will come to pass.
[There's a brief pause. Tatra's voice unwinds from reciting her poem with unlikely solemnity and regains most of its silly quality.]
I certainly hope that serves as an essay in rhyme~! I have always believed certain feelings are better expressed through a poem, do you not agree?
Growth is never devoid of pain and loss, deep disappointment. Yet there are worthy lessons to be learned even from the darkest times. Becoming strong enough to overcome those shadows is what ensures we shall be ready to face our future!
In that sense, it could be said that such pain and strife is the price we pay for growing. Experience that is gained in painful ways is usually more poignant~! It serves as a warning so we do not rehash the same mistakes. Therefore an equivalence exists in that delicate balance: pain for growth, growth as wisdom... Yet how easy it is for the heart to succumb and become stagnated by grief, when the pain paid is excessive.
[A carefree giggle.] ...My my~ I believe all previous essay subjects are somehow connected~!
[End Voice]
[ ooc: WHY YES SHE IS WEIRD. Poem is The Gardener by Lisa Gerrard. I thought it fits Tatra's view of life quite well. Text version is there in case I screwed up the flash player, but I certainly recommend listening to it instead. ...Just replaced the flash player for trusty old YT. Yes, I did screw the effing code. x__x So yeah. Listen to that instead.
This is also placeholder-ish: I'm going out but will get to tags in a few! /o/]