The Muruku Murmurations

Aside from the light house, I have always related to the light of a candle as myself. 2018 was about defining who I am as a person beyond my function and functionality, rebuilding and finding my light again. I will always be the candle lit in the darkest of days and will have that light in my life no matter how difficult the circumstances. I am also thankful for the lighthouses that are present in my life. I am a candle In the lighthouse That small glimmer of faith A light in the light house never goes off But if it does There I will be There I will stay There I will last Till the darkness comes to pass Till the light of day comes to dusk Till the we have the strength to muster up courage to live another day Standing steadfast and tall For others to see For others to seek out For others to seek refuge and hope during the storm that rages at them and challenges their survival There will be hat one things that will never fail. - Swit Marie 0300H 10th December 2018 Book

This year has been very dark for the most of it but not without comfort or some form of light. As 2018 comes to a close, I realised that because we went through so much in 2017, that gave us the resilience to get through 2018 and we are indeed stronger now because of the tribulation that has transpired. Being accustomed to the darkness required us to be spend extensive amounts of time being in its presence Knowing the ins and outs of our surroundings in the absence of light Finding solace and comfort in knowing the breath of our existence is not threatened by the surroundings we are uncertain of Steadying our hearts when our ears hear sounds that stir up the deepest innate fears that swim around in the lakes of our subconscious Subduing our imaginations from running amok when our eyes can't see with clarity Ignoring the enhanced creeping sensations that scurry across your skin that make your hairs stand on end Visiting this place isn't the same as living in this constant un

It was our 56th official show throughout the course of 3 and a half years. Each person in the Walls team had a chance to speak for one last time during this humble and captivating open mic hosted by The Gaslight Cafe KL. I tried to write a poem and thank all the people that have stepped in and out of my life because of the time we spent together within these walls. With the closure of Gaslight and the ending of Walls, I hope more people will step up and take the mantle in fanning the flame for the community. I am not very good at saying goodbyes This is not the time that I will try These walls have heard our voice People have laid, jumped, crawled and stood here with poise This is the place where bystanders become poetry writers And first timers become organisers This is a labour of love for the people within these walls For all of you sitting down and standing tall I hope that you have experienced love, empathy and comfort With every word that was spoken and all of our effort. Its tim

As of recent I have been exploring flow and different methods of relaxation. I wrote this piece having flow in my mind and letting the words that come go straight to the paper, somewhat like free writing but keeping it to the theme of a river. Rivers fall in the sights of man Never stopping to wait for children Bearing tide before the ride of the way Swerving mellow past the contours of age old beliefs Ringing convulsively in gurgling Frantic in desires and mourning Leaving more grievances Along the crevasses Mere distance cannot hold back what calls the soul to existence The flow is inevitable River fall into the arms of the mother's embrace Welcomed to join the earthly ways To be more vast and out reached Assimilated to the big picture To be salt with ones salt Assuming to the current that flow To be reversed to the sea. - Swit Marie 1130H 9th December 2018 Books and Beds