Fire Dance II

And so this is the game we play
Sparks, passion, heartbeats, and fire.
Lots, and lots of burning fire.

-The Knight and His Princess

Part II of my photography experimentation: Fire Dance.
Visit Part I 🙂

 

Fire Dance

Beautiful, vibrant, and full of warmth
Dances freely along with the wind

But isn’t ironic, that one of the most beautiful of all creations…
Is made to be ultimately untouchable?

Sometimes, I think of you as the flame.

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I always loved water: its serenity, calmness, along with its powerful soars. But recently, I’ve noticed just how breathtakingly beautiful fire can be. And so, I did a series of photography experimentation playing with flames, shadow, and movement.

Tempest

I never liked the way the grey sky looks
But it’s in the storm I found
A strength greater than the world
That lifted me up ever so gently,
And taught me what it is to be still.

I never wished for fire
But it’s in that desperation I felt
A hope that is unlike any other
That enveloped me in warmth,
And led me to the path of courage.

I never wanted to be tossed by the waves
But it’s in the seconds before I drowned
That I realized I was anchored
Protected in an unshakable grip,
And knew what it is to be saved.

Just Don’t.

I know I’m climbing the edge of a cliff to find my quiet place
I know, I’m looking.
But please don’t say that I’ll fall…
You’ll make me believe that I will.

I know I’m swimming against the currents to escape the waters
I know, I’m fighting.
But please don’t say that the waves are stronger…
You’ll make me believe that I’ll drown.

I know that I’m navigating through the woods by trusting my guts
I know, I’m searching.
But please don’t say that I’m aimless…
You’ll make me believe that I’m lost.

Riddle: Who am I?

I.
I can be cold I can be warm
I can be solid yet I can be liquid
You can hate me or you can love me
And you can mix me with so many different things…
But you’ll always know me by my smell.

II.
I come in two colors
You may beat me every morning

Would You?

If I told you I can walk through a dark valley without getting lost,
Would you believe me?

If I told you I will climb a mountain and free jump to learn how to fly,
Would you trust me?

If I plan to dive into the deep to find a treasure that I’ve never seen,
Would you let me go?

The Little Light

Isn’t it funny?
That it’s so far away
And yet you somehow believe it would be true.

Isn’t it bittersweet?
It tears you inside but you can’t help but to hold on to it
Because it’s the only thing you can have.

Isn’t it damning?
The crowd jeers and laughs, but you can’t back down
Because that’s where you put your best foot forward.

The Waters

Sometimes, I saw myself being swept away in the middle of the waters. But then I realized that in those moments… I was the waters.

Sometimes, I felt overwhelmed by all the problems that needed fixing. But maybe it was my mindset that needed to be changed all along.

Sometimes, people seemed so thoughtless and unreasonable.
But maybe it was me who closed my ears and pretended not to understand.

The long train ride, to some place we’ll call Home

I found myself sitting in an empty train
Through a serendipity wandering
Windows up, no clouds in the sky
Startling journey; breathless, exciting
But wait, where is this going?
It’s too sudden, too new
I wasn’t even sure if I want to be here…
But you smiled and sat right next to me
And the train began to move.

Wildflowers

For many years, I wanted to be like the pretty flowers living in a bright glasshouse. Dainty, comfortable, and always being cared for.

But perhaps, to be able to truly understand the raw beauty of nature and the gift within it… you have to be like the wildflowers that grow on an unassuming path, and stand strong in colors, despite of the wind in all kinds of weather.

“Your greatness is measured by your kindness,
Your education and intellect by your modesty,
Your ignorance is betrayed by your suspicions and prejudices,
And your real caliber is measured by the consideration
and tolerance you have for others.”

– WIlliam J.H. Boetcker