HOÀNG-ÂN: Fly Fly Fly
Long ago the Arab Poet Rumi reminded us, "You were born with wings, Why prefered to crawl on the ground?" The Lebanese Poet Khalil Gibran weeped his first lost love in the autobiography fiction titled The Broken Wings." Both poets confessed their responses to love and life were as the fragile moths to the flames, the promises of consumption totally by love and life. Passion is near from the first cry of a babe. Those who fear passion the most responded with a set of strict and stern rules and regulations. Those who are bestowed with passion and chose to fly on passionate wings of love, though bruised lived like insects whose food is sweet nectars. At the end of a day, the choice to decide to fly or to bow to pressure of the herd belonged to the individual.
