my father moved through dooms of love

my father moved through dooms of love

through sames of am through haves of give,

singing each morning out of each night

my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where

turned at his glance to shining here;

that if(so timid air is firm)

under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which

floats the first who, his april touch

drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates

woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep

my father's fingers brought her sleep:

vainly no smallest voice might cry

for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea

my father moved through griefs of joy;

praising a forehead called the moon

singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure

a heart of star by him could steer

and pure so now and now so yes

the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer's keen beyond

conceiving mind of sun will stand,

so strictly (over utmost him

so hugely) stood my father's dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:

no hungry man but wished him food;

no cripple wouldn't creep one mile

uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the Pomp of must and shall

my father moved through dooms of feel;

his anger was as right as rain

his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend

yes humbly wealth to foe and friend

than he to foolish and to wise

offered immeasurable is

proudly and (by octobering flame

beckoned) as earth will downward climb,

so naked for immortal work

his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:

no liar looked him in the head;

if every friend became his foe

he'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,

singing each new leaf out of each tree

(and every child was sure that spring

danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,

let blood and flesh be mud and mire,

scheming imagine,passion willed,

freedom a drug that's bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,

a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,

to differ a disease of same,

conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,

bitter all utterly things sweet,

maggoty minus and dumb death

all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth

- i say though hate were why men breathe -

because my Father lived his soul

love is the whole and more than all

- e.e. cummings

there were certain things my father did that made me hate his guts. but there were things that he did that made me decide to love him forever. this is just the thing about human beings, a good person do bad things at times, and a bad person can do good things sometimes. everything happens under circumstances and can be an outcome of certain consequences. a one-time goodness doesn't make a man saint, while a one-time bad behaviour doesn't make someone a horrible person.

it happens that people change. it happens that love changes people. i have lived my life to know that it happens. i will always keep in mind my own ignorance, that i know so little about every person out there, and the universe is mysterious, and there can be logic beyond our logic, and the only way to know one person is to fit me into the other person's skin and walk around in his/her shoes, that it is dangerous to generalize and not everything can be in black and white and crystal clear, and that in all cases there can be some exceptional cases. there are things i know about the few people i have lived and experienced things with, and what i know about them can still be the tips of an iceberg, we construct our own versions of truth and reality, and how a person is. people talk, because talk is cheap. people judge, because judging is easy. i believe that not everything similar happens due to one definite and absolute reason, two things that look alike on the surface can turn out to be completely different, and human beings have a thing about categorization, that's why we may simplify the most complex issues, resulting in narrowed-down minds, which further contribute to injustice. i am here to stick with my beliefs and make sure they are good and unbiased, and make sure that i am able enough to see the good in one person.

turning back to my father, at the end of the day we always love him more than we can hate him.

i will always love him for the things he taught me in life, that we are to have hopes at the worst of times, sharing is the key to joy, we are to be generous and help the helpless, the working people deserve more of our respect and cheerful greetings, we are not to disturb the ants as they will find their way, we shall not kill insects as we are those who invade their space, meat is bad for health, cold drinks can make me sneeze in the morning, save people and not money, be determined and i will succeed, no matter what the others would say we to him had been the best all the way, always tell the person who cooks for us (most of the time it is our mother though) that the food is nice, waste no food and be thankful, we are to care about fulfilling our hearts and souls, not our stomach... etc.

i know not how well i am doing though.

i will always be thankful for the last year he lived, or the years that he lived to be my father. we have only got one father in life and mine was mine, my tree of life.