And Then and That

As love becomes deepest
Emotions even at their slightest details
Are naturally highlighted
Leaving the lover to just succumb to the feeling
And cruise to that vacuum of hunger and yearning.
I am your lover.
Your imperfect and flawed lover
A lover so human
Can be resilient yet fragile
I am your lover
And I long for you.
Oh, I miss you to the nth time…
But there are just moments
That I don’t want to say ‘I miss you’
Because I found myself missing you more
And this is a terrible kind of missing
A kind of missing that makes me feel empty
A kind of missing that changes the pace of weeks
A kind of missing that leads to teardrops…
But missing you means loving you beyond comparison
And I could only think of all the simile and metaphor I know
But none of them will speak perfectly what I feel
Yet your love makes me seek the solace from poetry
Poetry in its freedom and flexibility
And you are my poem
You are my serendipity
A fulfilled destiny…
And I’ll never leave you
At your side, there shall I be always
You are God’s promise
And in times like this that the pining just becomes strongest and inmost
And sometimes unbearable
I find myself wishing that I can turn me into you
And be exactly where you are
In place and in time
I wish I could just liquefy myself and thaw my heart
And send the vapor instantly and be there sailing in corners and borders
Without being shaken, without fear and helplessness
I hope to just suddenly then become unshakable
Then become the fearless and invincible me…
But I can only be a poet for you
And I can only miss you more and more
And then be your lover forever
That would be everything I can ever be
And that would be my all.

We Live to Love

If there is just one thing that the world needs so that it will be at its best, so that there will be peace and understanding, so that a beautiful future is assured to the younger generation, then that would be nothing else but love. This world needs love because the reason why there are people who suffer, who feel lonely, who are poor and helpless is not just an economical thing. There is a hunger of love and such can only be filled by acts of love alone.

True love yields goodness. It yields hope and bigger dreams. It gives a different meaning and feeling even to sacrifices. We experience life the moment we love our neighbors, ourselves, and even our enemies. We live to share our talents and our gifts to others and to the world. We live to love.

May all of us be reminded of this most important commandment and may we find the beauty on it. Though it would require us to do something, to give something or give up something, love should not just be seen as a responsibility. Rather, it should also be seen as a privilege. To be able to know how to love is the best experience ever because it has the power to transform you at your best.

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One Minute Poetry

And I feel dead 

Waiting for words from you

And I just can’t breathe 

When I feel your absence

I long for you so much

More than I ever long to anyone else

More than I long to people combined

I am crazier than the craziest

So anxious of when the moon 

Or the waves and the stars

Would send me something from you…

Oh heart please just freeze for a while

Don’t think, don’t feel

Just hope and pray

Just let faith overpower you

And let love be in control…

Loving the Rain

     In all of my prayers, you are always there. I thank the Lord because your path meets mine in the rightest time for both of us, and though we started feeling wounded, anxious, unprepared strangers, God's hands has been working in us. Your coming and the impact that you have been making and the extent of participation I would like you to take in my life continuously surprise me. I did not expect this to happen. I am not expecting to really love this much, to miss this much, to long this much. You are heaven's surprise to me. Because of you, love suddenly has its purest and truest meaning--- a love that heals, a love that trusts, a love that dreams, a love that does concrete actions, a love that waits, a love that aims for nothing else but the best, a love that multiplies joy... 

      I thought I will never get to write things about love again, except pain or deception, or heartaches. I thought I have nothing else to say about romantic stuff except no. But you came, and then made me realize that what I know about love is not yet love. But you came, and just unleashed the strength in me, and I suddenly want to jump into the risk, and say yes without doubt. Because of you, I am finding the words I am saying now. And for sure, if I didn't find you, these words will never be weaved together; they will just be empty words---though they mean something, yet they wouldn't mean what they mean now. Each word I had used and been telling you since last time are words that will now have a deeper meaning to us, a connection that will bind us, something that both our souls will just understand.. the rain, the moon, the oceans, the love, fun, first and last and the rest are words that will now have meaning that speaks to us in the same manner. The language of love, that is... And words that have been repeated each time shall continually have more intense meaning and will live on and be nurtured by acts, by words, by thoughts, and prayers...

Roller Coaster

It was already more than a year ago since I have written this poem but each time I find myself reading this, I could still have the exact emotions all over again...Thanks to words and to the flexible beauty of poetry.

They say that life is like a roller coaster ride

And I agree

With all its curves, ups and downs…

An analogy of life’s happiness and tears, success and failures.

And then all the forwards and the backwards…

Just like the risks you take in your journey and how they could change you…

It’s a ride that you could jerk around from side to side too,

And you feel the pain—But you care not

For you know that you are having a different kind of fun…

A ride that is dynamic and thrilling

And though it’s a track with a designed pattern—

You still won’t know how it feels to be in the loops and inversions unless you are really there.

It’s something that is unique for you based on how you experience it—

Just like life.

In that roller coaster ride, you seem to be so free.

You screamed.

 You raised your hands up high.

Yes, you are free— you thought you are— until you look within and realized you are restrained…

Yes, just like life.

And I had always think life and love to be inseparable…

And to be more exact, even synonymous

That they are one and the other won’t exist without the other…

And so applying some logic, then, love is like a roller coaster ride too…

But I don’t want love to be like that roller coaster ride…

I don’t want the waiting to be longer than the actual moment…

I don’t want to be suddenly placed in the highest possible post

And then be dragged down in a split of seconds…

I don’t want to feel as though I am being headed forward

and though I am not totally certain—

I just can’t resist it…

For I enjoyed it. I loved it. I did.

I don’t want love to be like that roller coaster ride—

That when you seem to be enjoying the thrust already

You’ll then find yourself being moved backwards…

Yes, I expected it, but I’m still shocked…

Perhaps it’s the result of the ‘foolish me’

And there’s that twirl again of confusion

And though you have no wounds in the outside

You know how shaky you are within,

You know that battles are unceasingly launched inside you,

You know you are not in control—

And all you can do is let yourself be carried along by that chair that keeps you moving…

You were silenced a little bit by the thought that you are being headed somewhere

For you had been used of being anxious each time you feel that you are not moving…

But you, one day realized that there was really no movement at all from you and for you—

You only flow as to where the wind leads you…

A very fast journey, that’s the roller coaster ride…

And there you were— you ended up in the same place

Back to where you started the jaunt…

But again, I don’t want it that way, but is there something that I can do?

Something to do aside from going through the what-seems-like-hell-process…?

I think it’s tragic to love someone and then coming to the point of having to stop

Just like how roller coaster brought you back—

You have to turn that person an acquaintance or stranger again, for you to end up your illusion,

Fix your mistakes

Do the right thing…

And not complicate things.

There I was, voicing out the feelings— but still empty.

Yes, the foolish me…

That roller coaster— that has trembled all your sanities,

Would have to ask you down— though you are still unprepared to stand…

And so you don’t know where and how to exit…

You thought you are used to that— but poor foolish you, you’re not…

Pain is still killing you…

But you have to try to find your strength and be back to your senses

Would you need an ice cream or what? Would you need the darkness or pinching music?

Or find other things to hurt you?

Oh, what now?

Push yourself, get down the stairs, and take some steps—

Ride a jeep, do your research output… Oh, I don’t know…

But please, just take some steps…

The roller coaster ride is over…

It’s over.

And it’s hard to explain that something painful has transpired…

They ask you this. They ask you that.

You chose to be silent, tired of trying to find words—

Oh, it’s just hard to find words…

Because you’ve got no scars that you can show to them after that ride…

Yes, no visible scars…

Only tears which you can easily wipe and dry,

And only the heart that has been smashed again…

Smashed into pieces again…

Pamamaalam

Ating binuksan noon

Sa hindi man sabay na pagkakataon

Ngayon ay ating sasarhan

At di na muling babalikan

Ang luhang paulit-ulit na pumatak

Ay bahagi lamang ng ating katapusan

Lahat ay nasaktan na

Kaya kung sa pamamaalam 

May mga pusong hihilum

Yayakapin ko ang paglimot

At walang bakas ng kahit anong alaala

Ang sa aki'y matitira

Hanggang sa ikaw ay di ko na kilala...

sa Mambukal, Negros Occidental 

sa Subic Bay, Olongapo 

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...

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

Back to my Soul

Credits to Bessie Cordova for the image

    To know people, to enter into their lives and to be engaged on it is a risk. It will take you to countless emotional roller coaster rides and I tell you, it will never be easy. But I had known of people too who are living safely, suspiciously and cautiously. Their hearts are not as wounded as mine. They seldom cry like I do. They have no people whom they push themselves to forget but they have no memories and realizations built with them too. They don’t have moments like what I have now of lifting every drop of pain to God and crawling for another beginning. And they just have no idea of how still strong and loving they can ever be…

Spending my Time

    This song reminds me of how my friends kept on telling me now this: "life will go on, time will make sure will get over you..." I thank God for giving me so many caring and loving people around me. I feel that God speaks to me through them. Through them, I continue to feel how God really loves me and wants the best for me. Today I am celebrating my life, knowing that despite all the pain and tragic closures, I am still alive, and that I am better, and soon things will be falling on their right places.

   I had written many things about our friendship and all the crazy phases we had gone through, using all the words, styles and metaphors I know--- pouring out all the emotions I could ever tell in 53 and then in 91 pages, in my countless posts, in my blog, in my actual life. But reading today his words scribed in a page stirred me in a way so hard to describe and made me internalize all day long, and perhaps forever… Be it told in a word, or with million words, or simply with the eyes, it’s the same message that is piercing my soul. Sooner or later, my Queen Ree fantasies would end, but I know our gratitude, our joy and the maturity gained from our story told either in our separate or joint points of view will always be true and undying. It will always be a wonderful thing...

    I may never understand why God would allow me to experience such wonderful feeling that will never be receive in the way I had been wishing for. I have no doubt though if God hears my cry and sees my death today. He is so amazing ever since and He is the best lover of all. Perhaps, when it comes to this feeling, He had been answering my prayer for so long but I had just been stubborn to accept what’s obvious. Perhaps, I had gotten addicted to my superficial happiness that I had been so used of denying and delaying. Oh God, if pushing me out of this dream would take away all the pain in me and would give peace to the other, then by all means pour out all the treatment directly to my wounds now. Oh God by all means, please get me out of this fantasy world where only me lives…

Photo taken in Potipot Island, Zambales

I Won't Chase You Now

My used-to-be-soul-mate…
I won’t chase you now,
You are free to run,
You are free to go
I will forget you as you wish
After I died thrice.

Forgive me for liking you that much
For missing you so,
For being pathetic.
For thinking of you
In ordinary days
And during Holidays
And yes,
Everyday to be exact…

You said you never wanted to see me hurt
Oh I guess, your eyes were closed when I cried..
How can you be deaf and blind to my plea
When you had already tamed me?

I never thought our friendship to be this fragile
I never thought you would just turn your back
And be that tired and unforgiving
Despite all my begging...

And now you just don't believe in words
And I don't know how can you believe 'sorry' and 'love'
If you seek for meaning all the time
If there should always be logic behind
If it has always to be smooth and easy, and understandable...

And I can never make you forgive yourself too
I can't even look at you again nor talk with you
Even in memory, I should not think about you
Though I don't know
If that will make me numb or strong...

In each minute I take heavy footsteps
In every tick of the clock with my teardrops
Along with my aching heartbeats
In this even longer days and darker nights 
I vow goodbye to you
I promise,
I won't chase you now
You are free to run
You are free to go...

In time,
I'll find my way
Back to my life
Back to my own soul...
My own forgotten soul...

Rising Again and Resuming the Journey

  I was struck with that line from the article which says: "For this is our life: to rise again continuously and to resume our journey." Life must go on, no matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how painful the present situation is. But in order to really stand up again in the truest sense of the word, we have to free ourselves, or at least start freeing ourselves from the bondages that stop us from experiencing life. 

   Admitting our sins could be embarassing. It could put us into situations wherein we could feel so uncomfortable. We might experience all the trembling and uneasiness, and sometimes we get very unfavorable and hurting responses. But so what? As mentioned above, 'it is better to be red once than yellow a thousand times." If that would give you and the other peace and new beginning, then its worth the risk. By all means, go and admit your mistakes, and don't just end there. 

    Forgiving is such a challenge. Our usual tendencies are to make the phase so instant and abrupt by cutting the ties, burning the bridges and pretending that we are really set to move on. Of course, that would be better compared to staying in the same darkness but if we desire for liberation and joy, we have to be courageous and patient enough to go through the process. We have to try to trust to the intention of each other, find that humility to accept our frailties, and then really pray for strength and grace from God. 

     For me, accepting that we have done wrong is only a start. It does not give justice yet. We should be willing and ready to do acts of reparation too. We could not just say the word 'sorry' and leave the person still hurting. If we do that we could fool the world that we already have our conscience clean, but deep inside, we cannot be at peace. Sometimes, we could hate ourselves when we know that we have been causing pain to the other. But we cannot just find consolation from the feeling of being guilty forever. It is not helping you or the other party. It will only make you torture yourself and that could make the other person suffer too. Indeed, Pope Francis is right. Repentance, justice and peace go together. And I think too, that we can attain them possibly if we truly love, as God never tires of forgiving us because He completely loves us.  

taken at White Beach, Puerto Galera

When I Think of You

The dead star becomes the brightest
Fantasies turning tangible and endless
My soul smiles, there are flowers all around
When I think of you...

It’s another December
And I hadn’t forgotten you
Your joy is my joy
Your pain hurts me even more
Don’t you know I get to feel the other half of me
When I think of you?

Cause when I think of you, thinking becomes not a burden, never…
Yeah, when I think of you, I want to go on thinking forever and ever.

One Day

One day, I will not remember you anymore
One day, I will cease bugging you
One day, your thoughts and actions won’t interest me
One day, I would just forget what the word miss means
One day, I won’t wish again for another long conversation with you
One day, there shall be no crazy emotions
No tears, no pain but no smiles and laughter too
Oh that day would come in my life one day
In a day that shall be known to Earth as my death
On the day I would take my last breath...

 

 

There Shall Be

Now all that I should do is to celebrate
And be better and happier
What’s been done has been done
I should face the now
Accept that we all commit mistakes
This is how it is
And I’d rather chose an imperfect world
That is real
Rather than a perfect space
That is unreal.
It’s alright now
Face the world
Run a race
Compose a song
Write more until tears dry up
Don’t escape, this is the present: this is the time to live.
Don’t dwell in the past,
Don’t be anxious of the future.
Forgive yourself
Remember you should be alright now.
Achieve your dreams…
You’ve gotten friends
You have yourself
You have God
You are strong
You are fine
Look at the moon, then the shining sky
And be pacified
Because after 64 days
There shall be many more days
With him or without him

There shall be...

Paano ba Mag Move-on?

Paano ba magmove-on?
Ano ba? Mag-aala-una na ng madaling araw,
Dilat pa din ang mga mata ko
Pagod naman ako pero malikot talaga ang isip ko…
May naaalala na naman kasi ako

Ano ba? Paano ba mag-move on?
Iuntog ko kaya ang ulo ko?
Ay ayoko nun…
Sayang naman ang inaral kong physics at algebra
Sayang naman ang pangalan kong makakalimutan ko lang…
Sayang naman ang pagbabasa ko ng mga Republic Acts pala…
Ah, idaan ko kaya sa gamot?
Kaso la naman atang gamot para dito, o meron ba pero di ko lang alam?
O kung wala man, dapat may gumawa na nyan…
Sigurado ako kahit magpustahan pa tayo, bebenta talaga yan
Ang alak nga, di naman talaga nakakahilom, pinapatos na lang ng tao,
Para sa kunwa-kunwariang lakas ng loob,
Para sa panandaliang paglimot… Di ba?
Pero seryoso ako, gawin na talaga ang gamot na yan…
Tiyak pagkakaguluhan yan at dadayuhin
Kaliwa’t kanan ang mag-oorder nyan,
Mapapagod ang mga magmamanufacture at nagdi-deliver
Yayaman ang chemist, pharmacist at doctor…
Sa dami ba naman ng mga bigo at sawi sa mundo…
Kaso matagal pa ata yun…
Hay sige, patusin ko na lang muna kung anong meron dito…

Kilala mo ba si Edgar Dale?
Maigoogle nga ulit para di lang pang facebook ang silbi ng wi-fi…
Ayon sa kanyang Cone of Experience,
People generally remember 70% of what they say and write
At ang outcome na yun ang nagbigay ng pundasyon sa cone
Kasi dun daw we, “analyze, define, create and evaluate.”
Nandun ang effective learning. Eureka!
Kaso, may sad news din dun sa cone.
Sabi din dun, people generally remember only 10% of what they read…
Ganun!? 10% lang ng mga pinagsusulat ko dito ang maalala nya
Kalungkot naman, pero teka lang, may karugtong pa pala ang teorya nya…
Kung naranasan daw ng tao through direct purposeful experience,
Maaalala nya yun, 90%! Sana maalala din nya So paano na ulit mag-move on?
Di ko pa din alam eh…
Ang alam ko lang, hindi yun pinipilit kaya papalitan ko na lang ang salita
Kung di ko pa carry yan, eh di go on na lang…
Dahil di tumitigil ang pag-ikot ng mundo
Kaya dapat tuloy pa din ang buhay! 

Go on, aja, eureka, good night este good morning pala! 

My Papa, my Greatest Glory

     In my father’s some moments of depression and then enlightenment too, before he died, I could still recall how he disclosed some of his regrets and frustrations. In my young mind that time, I was able to catch insights which have never left me since then. He shared about how tired he was of being angry with others often and if he would do it again, he will practice more of forgiveness. He spoke about how death could come as a challenge but at the same time opportunity to express love. In my heart, I know it was his deep way of telling me that the most fulfilling life is that of a life lived in showing kindness and love to others, regardless of such kindness and love being returned to you or not. And then I heard him said those words that stayed not just in the surface of my being but even to the core of my soul--- he called me his greatest glory. 

       That was him. When he seemed to lose all the raptures of living, he would only thought about us and he is back to life. All things would suddenly become bearable for him. I miss him and I remember him everyday even its not November 1 or 2, or his birthday, or my birthday which he would really celebrate with all he could ever give, or his death anniversary. I remember him not because of my nickname which is very far from my real name or because he used to bring me to and fetch me from school and carry me when I’m already complaining of walking. I miss him and I remember him in every way I know about him, had felt because of him and has been now because of him. 

       And when flowers, candles, food and prayers are offered today for all the departed souls like his ever-living-soul, I am offering my life and how I am living it and will live it in kindness, forgiveness and love for and with my papa, my greatest glory too…

The Rose and the Bee

     A bee saw a stunning rose she got tempted to pick. Bees do not really like roses but there was something different about that rose. It was a rose so fascinating to the point that the soul in her care not of the thorns, and all the elements around it. The bee just want to hold that rose in her hands and then for it to be always within her sight, within her reach, wherever she go. But what kind of joy would she have, or will she even have a drop of it, if she would choose to call that rose as her own or push herself to it, but then would have to press it in her diary? It was a blossoming rose and the soul cannot afford to kill it in her hands, so it would be far better for it to stay there and continue growing. After all, that was what true love is all about. And so life for the bee went on and in moments when she got drown with memories and the scent of it, she consoled herself with the thought that it was the rightest thing to do, but forgot that because it was a stunning rose, others got tempted too, and the next time she found herself flying towards it and her eyes traveled to see that rose again, she couldn't find it anymore and it was already pressed on somebody else’s diary...

When What Hurts You Make You Smile

(Excerpt from my After 64 Days)

       Love could make life so confusing, but without love, would you really want to live? 

     Such words, perhaps I had read somewhere I forgot, kept on coming back to me as we flew to Hong Kong on the 28th in November of 2012. I was with a Muslim friend and classmate. It was a much needed trip for her, but I didn’t know that until we were already heading towards Clark. What she shared to me about her traumatic experiences during the war in Mindanao and the struggle she had while growing up and how she get through and still striving moved me in ways so strange. It’s always like that, and I kept on wondering how unique each feelings and realizations were in every new soul, new story, and new courageous act of storytelling. 

     The work that my friend is doing has been in the human and social development field, though her bachelor’s degree is in Agriculture. I had understood better where she is coming from; how deep is her motivation and purpose, her heart and her dreams. She is fighting for herself and for others, although she is wounded too, just like me. But she had turned those wounds into wisdom--- so weighty that they had even turned invisible. And as I had found some aspects of myself with her, I found my tears too and admiration to her, and then there we were, both indulged and had already pass through our destination. 

     It was really a budget trip, and we did not book for any place to stay when we arrived in Hong Kong. After trying the train which was one of our goals, we walked and then walked again, and stayed in parks after parks. It was a total adventure: journeying into unknown and relying on arrows and maps, and little research. 

    And since we want for more adventure, we decided to cross towards Macau. When we got another passport stamp, we then realized that the Philippine islands are really more challenging to explore because for some our country could already be several countries. We arrived at the Macau Fisherman’s Wharf and started walking again. And we don’t know where we are getting all of our energies, despite lack of sleep and effects of some emotional pouring outs. We enjoyed and forgot for a while our worries as we traversed the Dynasty Wharf which is composed of many Chinese towers built in the imitation of the Tang-style. Then we felt being brought into a different world as east meets west through structures which are of oriental traditions but of western design.

     As I stood in the 40-metre tall man-made volcano, waterfalls, architectures of Greece,an ancient battleship, an Arabian children’s play area, a Roman Amphitheater and exhibition facilities and seen their game center known as the Legend Wharf, I could still remember him. How could he do that? I am already miles away but his memories still lingers into my mind. I am next to crazy I guess.

     Perhaps the problem really lies on me. I am already losing patience of myself. I’m damn tired, and I even exhaust myself physically but it’s only the body that gives up. My mind and my heart are still full of energy and full of love. But what can I do? I still love him, and I want to love him more and I am conceding to my foolishness because that means my happiness too.

And then I traveled a lot

More than what I used to be

Meet mountain, meet oceans

Meet skies, meet people

But at the end of the day, of the weeks

Of the month

I still love him…

     I can say that one of the reasons I find hard to let go of everything that hurts me was because they are the same things and memories, people and events that can make me smile. And thus, I kept on holding on to them to the point that it was not healthy anymore. 

     I had been so ridiculous for months already, yeah I know. I have to check the wounds this time and hope that they had been healed already without me noticing it. I have to elucidate what really happiness is for me. However, it’s easy to say that happiness is a choice, but I must utter from experience that it would be a different story in real life. It is not something that we can just pick in a total package and then bring it wherever we go. It is not something we can grab on. If it is a decision, it’s even harder to stand for it when you know it’s not just about you. 

     As we go along life, we will find ourselves giving up our own happiness for the sake of others- for their happiness and peace of mind or giving in to our principles for the sake of our own happiness and just to please the world, and then meeting some regrets along the way because of enjoying on temporary feelings but consoling yourself that it would be better than having nothing at all. There’s only two way to go, either to be happy or to become sad for days and nights which appeared longer than how they actually are.

To Love and to Research

   Love has to be interpreted or else it means nothing. But how do we interpret is not only coming from the person who tried to think and would got next-to-crazy thinking and recalling each feeling and experience that had happened. It is also how the other led the one who interprets to think and feel that way. Even if we think we don’t know how to love or we think that the only thing we could relate is about us loving ourselves, isn't it that the self has to love you back still for you to totally experience love? Love is more than a word. It is a question but an answer too. It is a relationship.

   Research is more than a word too. We could have so many questions or start questioning everything and start becoming uncomfortable because of so many changes, or inconsistencies, or conflicting ideas revealing before us. But what would that mean if at the end we gain domination and control but still not understand and appreciate nature? What would materialistic naturalism mean if at the end we were not able to participate actively to the process towards transcendence and fulfillment?

  Phenomenology is about being artistic and scientific at the same time. It is a relationship between knowledge and wisdom for us to live well with our self and with others. It is being authentically concern to those who unloaded their stories and not just being concern for their words and then our titles. And it is only in the moment that we start interpreting not just using sensory empiricism and logical rationalism but even with the use of our intuitive discernment that we can make transformation takes place. It would create much difference the moment we communicate not only with the telephone but even through telepathy. This type of research is like profoundly experiencing what love is--- for it is about becoming more sensitive and creative. It is going beyond senses and reasons, just like love.

Monkayo, Compostela Valley