The Bliss You Seek

The orange hues were fading, gradually grew faint as the sun rose higher in the dim sky. Yet, it was still under seven and the mist and dew were mingled, luring the lone grasses who bent in the middle of their sleep to follow the wind and sway.

A young girl, holding flowers, was taken aback when she saw a woman with the same flowers standing in front of the stone.

The woman’s head sank, concealing her grief.

Neither of them spoke. The girl looked at the woman and the woman staring at the freshly piled grave.

Among the sound of air, the woman said:

“What bliss do you seek?

I have searched the bliss, to the edge of the world, to the depth of the ocean.

And when I found it far beyond, I gripped it in my hand, to share the golden rays across the sea and let it reach you and her on this side of the world.

I have searched the bliss, with the sweat that was parched by my sorrow, with the wariness that was forcefully swept away by my own despair, with all the loneliness they thought it was all the joy.

They do not know—ones can only assume I had conquered the bliss.

And my joy is the legacy of my pain. 

There are lies, and she knows.

Her eyes were troubled, so I assured her while holding her wrinkly hand that I would get the bliss, that I would be fine being alone.

I knew she wished for me to remain. And I still refused, in order to find the bliss I seek to sustain you in this cruel world.”

The woman knelt and placed her flowers on the grave, staring up to the sky, watching the early sun, which seemed sad as it was obscured behind thin, fuzzy clouds.

The girl did the same, bending to rub the gravestone to dislodge the dust and dew that had formed together.

“What bliss you seek then?” the girl asked.

The woman sighed, and said:

“A comfort—she could no longer share from the stroke of her hand on my crown.

A mirth—I could no longer get from her laugh.

A warmth—we could no longer get from her wise remark.

And time is to blame, as well as my cowardice.”

There, the sky was mad and darkening, along with her memories.

And the woman let out a sigh of resentment by hugging the the girl, her sister, and begging forgiveness for being late in returning home.

| The woman, after losing their beloved mother without saying goodbye.