The Nature Talks

Those in the forest talk through their colors and patterns, poses, or behaviours. They never bore me.

The talk can either be "dynamic" or in the opposite way, this very much depends on how my luck turn up to be.

The talks can be easily missed, and the talks can also be nothing, but they are irreplaceable by the refresh button in a computer screen.

They talk. They smile broadly. They greet me a good day every now and then that I love and eager to hear.

I listen, and my ears never get me in trouble.

Rainbow Waterfall, Sungai Lembing, Continued

"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined" unless we have made the move.

There is no restriction on how we move, though we have only ourselves to rely on sometimes.

And creativity never set itself a limit. We can always enjoy every of these moments, either because of our efforts, or through others'.

I know a stone never talk, but it tells stories, that I always love listening to.

"Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards."....Steve Jobs.

All these are hidden inside a forest.

Gunung Tapis Rainbow Fall, Sungai Lembing

Confuse, are those concerned for not reacting to the chance to climb the rainbow. Anyhow we were lucky enough as the sun was too shy hiding behind the clouds yesterday.

To reach this fall required about an hour riding a rocking 4x4 vehicle from Sungai Lembing, and another hour wading across rivers, and walking on jungle trek and river banks.

The rainbow varies in position according to the altitude of sun, and diminishes totally before 11am.

A rainbow is an angel who appears only there is romance, and there is mist. She hates "gluteus maximus" that releases vigorous sound. A rainbow never dance at the top of a fall.

Everybody then stayed low enjoying and bathing in a rainbow. This must be an awesome gift.

Panorama Hill, Trees, and Thinkers

All trees are alike: ground their bed, and sky is the blanket; morning dews the liquor, and breeze is the music.

What if trees sleep and dream, do they see the same?

They may be a thinker in sober mediation, or a philosopher in search of wisdom,

but they regularly fall into a hypnotic trance every day, the aftereffect of the morning scenery.

Hitting by an apple, for sure, is not a strong medicine for inspiration. A durian is. And the truths of life blossom.

Panorama Hill, Sunrise

5:45am. The slow line was crawling up Bukit Panorama in darkness. People seemed to go on a pilgrimage.

Dots of light twinkled behind a mist of white, and on the foot of the hill, those were that I would have missed if staying inside the scene.

Only when the clouds were willing to give in a little, the sun that moved in silence, wasted no time to wield the painting brush; the hill, and the ridges began to set sail for the first light of the day in the white sea. They seemed to go on a pilgrimage too.

The surrounding was set in tranquility.