I was a little bit emotional when I saw this view right from the second floor of my uncle’s house. Somehow, I felt a little sad but in the same time I felt some joy. My eyes was teary while taking this photo but I can denied that I also smile. I was freeze there, enjoying how the sky’s burning then fade into darkness.
And when I upload this and look at it intensely from my PC, I remember this poem called A tear and A smile written by Kahlil Gibran, one of the poet who I usually read during my HighSchool days. So I ask “mbah google” about the poem (since I only remember some parts), and here I found it.
A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
Kalau liat langit jadi teringat burung yang terbang bebas di langit. Teringat juga kata-kata ust. Yusuf Mansyur.
“Shalat itu seperti burung, ada sayapnya. Sayapnya shalat adalah qabliyah dan ba’diyah. Kalau ada burung yang enggak pakai dia punya sayap, namanya burung apa? Ada dua. Satu, dia adalah burung bodoh, dia tahu punya sayap tapi ga dipakai sayapnya. Yang kedua, burung malas, sudah tahu punya sayap, dia enggak pakai. Begitulah kita! Shalat itu adalah mi’rajnya orang-orang beriman, tapi dia engga mi’raj, engga terbang karena sayapnya engga ada.”
When dusk turn into darkness. I worry about the darkness. Will there be lights for me, or it will fully turn into pitch black wth no candle to lit. But then, I brave my self. To face anything that comes within. Because worrying is a waste of time. It doesn’t change anything. It only messes with my mind and will definitely steals my happiness. So from now on, I’ll stop worrying, and start enjoying my life.