To believe the unbelievable
To seek the unsoughtable
To hope against reason
To reason without meaning
Meaning without reason
Meaningless belief
Belief that there is a better something
Greater something
Powerful something
It is a journey
A journey to understand
What has not been understood
But only seeks to understand
What one wants to understand
Faith it is.
An unexamined life is not worth living. Socrates
Huwebes, Pebrero 7, 2013
Miyerkules, Pebrero 6, 2013
Speaking Walk, Talking Eyes
What is in a walk?
But a man with a story
For he that hunches is but amiss with confidence
And one that strides fast is hurried by chores
While one that stoops is in deep thought.
What is in the eyes?
That swerves from side to side
Is rife with suspicion
That which stares into space
Is bugged by worries
Indeed that one which looks
Is one which aches to connect.
In mystery is the walk so telling yet subtle
But in the eyes of a person
Is the thoughts of the mind revealed.
But a man with a story
For he that hunches is but amiss with confidence
And one that strides fast is hurried by chores
While one that stoops is in deep thought.
What is in the eyes?
That swerves from side to side
Is rife with suspicion
That which stares into space
Is bugged by worries
Indeed that one which looks
Is one which aches to connect.
In mystery is the walk so telling yet subtle
But in the eyes of a person
Is the thoughts of the mind revealed.
Martes, Pebrero 5, 2013
Lullaby to a Nut
The Coconut Tree is like a majesty in the land
Rising to the sky, but looking down below
With its outstretched leaves swaying like a cogon grass
To beckon those beneath of its tasty big fruit
Hanging up above, waiting to be plucked
As its shapely trunk meanders through the sky
Like vine grasping tightly as it climbs
And stare at the sky like a jewel in the sand
My coconut tree is the life of my land
By its leaves our heads are sheltered
With its body, our houses rise,
But its fruit, ahh, is the food, the livelihood, and the sustenance
Of us children of the land
This is but a fitting lullaby
To a nut, more than a nut
And that indeed is none but only
That which is the Coconut!
Rising to the sky, but looking down below
With its outstretched leaves swaying like a cogon grass
To beckon those beneath of its tasty big fruit
Hanging up above, waiting to be plucked
As its shapely trunk meanders through the sky
Like vine grasping tightly as it climbs
And stare at the sky like a jewel in the sand
My coconut tree is the life of my land
By its leaves our heads are sheltered
With its body, our houses rise,
But its fruit, ahh, is the food, the livelihood, and the sustenance
Of us children of the land
This is but a fitting lullaby
To a nut, more than a nut
And that indeed is none but only
That which is the Coconut!
Lunes, Pebrero 4, 2013
The Wisdom of Silence
Murmuring whispers of early dawn
Caressing thy ears, daintily touching
Sleepless nights, teary eyes
Of weary days and tiring weeks
And now resting, needed respite
Beckoning sun, slowly rising
Yet another day, yet another day
But in the early dawn of quiet nights
Hear in thy heart the wisdom of silence.
Caressing thy ears, daintily touching
Sleepless nights, teary eyes
Of weary days and tiring weeks
And now resting, needed respite
Beckoning sun, slowly rising
Yet another day, yet another day
But in the early dawn of quiet nights
Hear in thy heart the wisdom of silence.
Linggo, Pebrero 3, 2013
Weekend Dinner
Sometimes a dinner with friends can actually be a time to cool down, to reflect and to renew bonds of friendship. I had a good, delicious and happy night tonight. It is fun to discover new things, explore new possibilities and essentially just have a good time.
It's been awhile since I had this kind of experience, especially at a time when more and more of our energies are devoted to work and study. Relaxing, renewing once energies and having a good old time in the tested tradition of getting together with people you share common experiences can never be overestimated.
It's been awhile since I had this kind of experience, especially at a time when more and more of our energies are devoted to work and study. Relaxing, renewing once energies and having a good old time in the tested tradition of getting together with people you share common experiences can never be overestimated.
Sabado, Pebrero 2, 2013
Me Alone
I define my life
I am its essence, its worth, its meaning
I judge no one, for I do not know their story
I am attuned to the universe around me
I am its caretaker
I share this responsibility
I owe it to the future generations
I believe in man
I believe in man alone
I believe his science, his philosophies, his wisdom
I receive no dictates from imagined deities
I am here
I am the decision
I am man, with other men
I am a community with humans
I am the source of its morals, its message, its struggles
I am free and life indeed is for me to define
Me alone.
I am its essence, its worth, its meaning
I judge no one, for I do not know their story
I am attuned to the universe around me
I am its caretaker
I share this responsibility
I owe it to the future generations
I believe in man
I believe in man alone
I believe his science, his philosophies, his wisdom
I receive no dictates from imagined deities
I am here
I am the decision
I am man, with other men
I am a community with humans
I am the source of its morals, its message, its struggles
I am free and life indeed is for me to define
Me alone.
Biyernes, Pebrero 1, 2013
A Pebble in the the Hands of Time
I am here
In this world I exist
I am here
In this world I live
To search for my meaning
To make of myself
To marvel at existence
To savor existence.
I am here
Thrown into being
Free and unencumbered
To build myself
To understand myself
To create my self.
I am here
An anomaly of wonders
An enigma of proportions
But I am here
And when I am gone
Then I am gone no more
But lives only
In the memories of those I touched.
I am here
A pebble in the hands of time.
In this world I exist
I am here
In this world I live
To search for my meaning
To make of myself
To marvel at existence
To savor existence.
I am here
Thrown into being
Free and unencumbered
To build myself
To understand myself
To create my self.
I am here
An anomaly of wonders
An enigma of proportions
But I am here
And when I am gone
Then I am gone no more
But lives only
In the memories of those I touched.
I am here
A pebble in the hands of time.
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