Un:Cut

My love is shallow.

I love you with all the feeling of telling it to the world,
and when I say world, I don't mean my friends, or twitter, or facebook
or any public-internet display of affection.
When I say world, I mean, strangers I met in public transports,
my cats, the sun, the rain, the old beautiful trees...
the flowers in my garden -- hey honey, the gerberas are blooming now
last night my wijaya kesuma flowers are also bloom...
They only bloom once in every couple of years, and they only bloom at night,
in the morning, they die.
Folks told me that wijaya kesuma's bloom is a sign.
40 years ago, the same wijaya kesuma rose and there were drips of water on its clove, just like tears... and the night after, the father of my cousin - who later become my oldest brother because my mother had taken care of him - was killed sadistically.
And last night they bloomed. 26 July 2011. It is also a new year to start in Mayan Calendar, where all the pyramids on earth will positioned aligned straight to the sun, where the electromagnetic field of the earth will wrench wide, the widest, where the collective energy of gaia will surround us and wrap us tightly.
That night was soundless.

And I whispered really slow, really low, to my wijaya kesuma flower, "Please bless my love for him, please bless all the people I dear."