A Heaven I Miss - Pengkalan Hulu

Sweet smell of burnt bushes and baked earth
still lingers in the memory though bygone in history
am awakened from the slumber’s depth
to the musical memory from the past gone by;
the days I used to wander
brushing the bushes in the forest
caring for the wild wilderness
now but a story shrouded in history
only to be told again and again;
the multicolored spiders
the poisonous snakes that slithered smoothly
beneath pile of dried rotten leaves
harmed me not even in their dreams;
the squirrels that gave me once a native fruit to eat
the monkeys that threw me once a bunch of fruits to be shared with friends
the Orang Asli (Natives of Malaysia) who guided me with their skills
are all but embedded layers of past thoughts;
the years rolled fast, past my youth
only for me to carry on with a bundle of memory;
oh, how I wish to be back then
to stroll again the motherly earth there
to smell again the burnt bushes and baked earth
to recover the sweet life hidden in the wilderness;
a place so dear to me
where survival taught in beautiful and colorful manner
hurt none embrace all;
I lived in meditation
utmost equanimity
life was full of equilibrium
amidst the greenery and serenity
of a forest
in Pengkalan Hulu
a heaven I lived once.

(this is a re-post.Posted elsewhere before)


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