Friday, January 31, 2014

How We will Say Goodbye

And the hour moved into a day
And then that day to days
Then into weeks and months
And later on, yes, surely, for years
That would be how we will say goodbye
Because for you
There's no other way
But to hit me right to my nose
And then silence me
With your silence...

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Our Stories

     One thing I like about revisiting my own childhood is the chance of possessing again the vitality and innocence of being a child---the excitement and the fantasies. In my childhood fantasies, I had dreamt of coming up with inventions that would change the future. In my childhood fantasies, I had wished of living during the time when countries and most islands were not yet discovered, so that I would spend my life navigating the globe, discovered those places and then name them after me, and after people I love. In my childhood fantasies, I had imagined myself becoming invisible whenever I wanted, so that when I needed to escape from my simple mistakes, I could just do so instantly. Gone were my childhood days and perhaps my childhood fantasies had also flown away. I realized that the world is far different from movies and fantasy books. We could not just move things with a magic wand. If we want to get somewhere else, we should travel. If we want to be freed from our mistakes, we should face the consequences of our actions. We should learn how to keep on moving despite our fears and weaknesses. We should seek for strength and wisdom in reflection, in loving and in prayers.

     But along the way too, I realized that such ‘fantasy worlds’ and perhaps juices of our creativity are just there with us still, though they are taking into their realistic forms. They are just somehow sleeping in some corners of our being, waiting to be triggered again so that they can come out once more. And I am just glad that the seeds of being imaginative remained intact in me because with it, comes the hope of making extra-ordinary things. Though, what I could create in my lifetime is something that could not astonish the world, it could at least inspire some. Every day we are actually producing something original, and extra-ordinary: that is our story. When we dream of beautiful stories for ourselves, for others and for the world, we should exert our efforts too in making them real. With faith and persistence, we will soon find ourselves looking back on how we have brought our childhood dreams, our thoughts and desires into life. Every day, we create our story. These are stories which we can write, stories which we can share, stories which can inspire, and stories which could teach us and anyone else. These stories are stories of our past, celebration of our present and hope for our future. These stories are stories that glorify God’s presence in our lives.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Becoming Twenty-Three

Twenty three years ago
In the island of Negros
Came into this world
A fragile child.
Few minutes missed
Could be her end
But she got some mission
And thus, she must live.
And meet people
From different places
And from various times
And then discover dreams
And turn them real.
And then that so called love,
She gave and received
And there shall be more to be done
More souls to be touched
More adventures and stories
That she will take and write
Cause God is always with her
And one does not turn twenty three
For nothing...

Monday, January 6, 2014

Choosing Death

We are much smarter than this
Much stronger and wiser than this
But we decided not to.

This is not anymore about the circumstances
Nor the past or the feeling
But of our choices…

You chose to shut me off
I chose to try to give up
But it seemed like you choosing to abandon me
And it seemed like me choosing my own death.

Yeah I know, because there is no love
But why not respect at least be there?
Respect to make you listen
Respect to make you more concerned…

To end this cold turkey…
That’s all you know
That’s all you’re so used to do…

I wonder how you can stand this
While here I am
Still crawling to survive
For me to learn the ways
You are teaching me.

Has this been working for you ever since?
Has this been working for others?
Or will the earth just swallow me now?
Or put me in another life,
In another time…

A fragile friendship
Sugar coated in special codes and names
A fragile friendship
Filled with broken promises
A fragile friendship
With tragic end
That’s what we had chosen to.

Photo taken in Bolinao, Pangasinan

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Embrace me, 2014

Goodbye 2013
With all your glories
Laughter and thrill
All the heartbreaks and music
The loss and the gain
Oh, see, hard times don’t last long
But I’m taking bits though
Of what I can have from your 364 days
To cherish and grow from and with
And they shall be mine until I die.
I don’t own those places
Only the memories
And they are enough.
I don’t own the circumstances
But I own my reflection
My dreams, my plans
I own forgiveness.
I own courage.
I don’t own people
But I had learned with them
And discovered experiences and feelings because of them
And I am loving them forever
And I am keeping them in my heart
And yes, I want to know new of them too
And I trust your ways of how you bring my path to theirs
And that excites and humbles me...
And I don’t own words
But from them, I’m spreading the message
Of essence and service
Of hope and peace...
The message of new beginning
Of finding happiness and freedom
While re and co-creating the cosmos
Through the perfect love of Jesus.

 Welcome 2014
With open arms and wandering soul
I am embracing you, gift of time
I am embracing you 2014…
Make me laugh, make me cry
Make me tender, but make me strong
Make me what you want me to be
Make me live more for myself and others.
Welcome 2014
Make me a mirror of love to the world
And day after day, make me fall in love
Here I am, I am embracing you
Make me love more, 2014
I am embracing you
Embrace me too…


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