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Diary of Enikan

So today, considering the accumulation of time translating into my age, I decided to sit and ponder about life… And figure out where next, and why. But then my contemplation, as would sometimes evolve from the best intentions, took a detour and centered squarely upon my youth and what my first recollection was. Probably that was where I was destined to explore, maybe it was not. Nonetheless, I found myself on that intriguing journey and embraced it. How early in life could I recall anything about my existence and what impact did the event have on the course and the next chapters of my journey. Oddly, as I ventured deep into this self-imposed exercise, to my elation, I was comforted by the retrospective view, not because all the unfolding scenes were of pleasant description but because the challenge forced me to inquire deep into the labyrinth of the mind and the recesses of time to interestingly extract from apparent conscious oblivion, that which was powerfully present once but now embedded in the past.

How time fades the past into the forgotten, only to be retrieved somewhat by deliberate measure. Undeterred, I continued down each nostalgic lane and was gratified that the fog of memory parted sufficiently to reveal the crossroads of possible recollection and the impossible to retrieve. I lingered at that juncture in that early decade, made acquaintance again with my young self and marveled at what my life entailed at that time. Oh, how blissful the carefree days of early youth. The cryptic irony being, I did not appreciate the idyllic nature of life as it was then, as much as I appreciate it now.

Well, let me pause with the present introspection, and resume it soon.

Yemil Benjoy ©

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Mystic Entity

Notions of the present
May simply amaze the past.
Even still, what the future holds
Certainly, may bewilder the present.

Yet, life surges forward in its form
Like the continuous motion with no end.
And, further through its elusive entity,
Its unknown essence, never failing to mystify,
Like the fading mirage, enhanced by distance
Whilst disappearing into the evening sun.

Nonetheless, its boundless beauty inspires
As it moves up the mountain tops,
And floats in gentle ripples across the seas.
Enticing, whence it springs forth in the meadows
Or from the blossoming delicate rose bud
Wherein life’s presence is apparent to see.

Even if the moment of the present
Is all that evident appears,
Life surely will stamp and distinguish
All of its times, be it the future or the past.
Thus, as it steadfastly moves along in plain sight
It may not be as mysterious as it seems.

YemilBenjoy. Copyright 1992 Updated 2012

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