"THE HUMAN IN YOU
AND THE HUMAN IN ME ARE
ONE AND THE SAME"
Silo
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
haiku
as the cycles come
a rainbow appears upon
which one glides joyfully.
***
Deep within one's heart
lies the womb of creation
of infinite birth
a rainbow appears upon
which one glides joyfully.
***
Deep within one's heart
lies the womb of creation
of infinite birth
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
more haiku
where am i going?
to a home without ceilings
without floors or walls.
***
and when i question
who am I? new and not-so
-new answers abound
***
to a home without ceilings
without floors or walls.
***
and when i question
who am I? new and not-so
-new answers abound
***
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Haiku - Autumn
with summer long gone
trees unlike Human unclad
come cold winter time.
^&^
purple,red and gold
wilting autumn leaves dance
their way to the ground.
trees unlike Human unclad
come cold winter time.
^&^
purple,red and gold
wilting autumn leaves dance
their way to the ground.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
firmament
Universal
diverse
communal
yin needing yang
dark partners with light
buried
obfuscated
sensed
spurred by need
a vital need
to be at liberty
to grow, dignified
to become
it's name-Human
one and all.
diverse
communal
yin needing yang
dark partners with light
buried
obfuscated
sensed
spurred by need
a vital need
to be at liberty
to grow, dignified
to become
it's name-Human
one and all.
lightness of being
conditions of origin,
formative landscape,
biographical knot-
false rivalry
bounce off trampoline
to reach the sky,
value judgements
silent expectations
named the game...
tempers rise
in success and defeat
driven by beliefs
in every player's
head enslaved by
mismanaged conceit.
Herman says
ludic means
bring in light
Van Gogh and
Nietzsche need not
have been mad or sad
formative landscape,
biographical knot-
false rivalry
bounce off trampoline
to reach the sky,
value judgements
silent expectations
named the game...
tempers rise
in success and defeat
driven by beliefs
in every player's
head enslaved by
mismanaged conceit.
Herman says
ludic means
bring in light
Van Gogh and
Nietzsche need not
have been mad or sad
Saturday, November 29, 2008
INTER-ETERNALLY
COHERENCE IN LIFE
FUSES A MEANINGFUL BOND
BETWEEN INTANGIBLE AND
TANGIBLE THINGS
IN-PROGRESS OR
IN-DECAY
AS HUMAN, ANIMAL
AND NATURE RELATE-
EVER INTERACTING
IN ONE FINITE EARTH
TOWARDS OTHER INFINITE WORLDS
FUSES A MEANINGFUL BOND
BETWEEN INTANGIBLE AND
TANGIBLE THINGS
IN-PROGRESS OR
IN-DECAY
AS HUMAN, ANIMAL
AND NATURE RELATE-
EVER INTERACTING
IN ONE FINITE EARTH
TOWARDS OTHER INFINITE WORLDS
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
musings
may i , for simplicity's sake
burst this bubble
that took a while to make?
!#@$%*!- barely a whimper
reached an ear freedom at last
a silent woe exited
blasting thru
clad illusions,
hopefully beyond recall...
though tired and weary
there's no folly in binge spending
in the name of glory
for the spirit,
heart and mind
that truly belong to no-body!
burst this bubble
that took a while to make?
!#@$%*!- barely a whimper
reached an ear freedom at last
a silent woe exited
blasting thru
clad illusions,
hopefully beyond recall...
though tired and weary
there's no folly in binge spending
in the name of glory
for the spirit,
heart and mind
that truly belong to no-body!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Grandparents Remembered
Grandpa left
without prior notice
leaving unfinished the story
of great warriors chanting,
"Khali! Khali!"
years later Grandma followed
Grandpa too soon after
she declared,' no dark colors, nor knit brows
neither wailing on my wake-
play the guitar, be merry and enjoy the show."
there were singing between
sobs, foodfest galore and chain
smoking inside the parlor littered
with flowers sewn as wreaths
but Grandmas's Sampaguita adorns my hair.
in rememberance now is seen
Grandpa's smile,Grandma's wink in every face
parcing their loving tricks
making all children rather chic.
without prior notice
leaving unfinished the story
of great warriors chanting,
"Khali! Khali!"
years later Grandma followed
Grandpa too soon after
she declared,' no dark colors, nor knit brows
neither wailing on my wake-
play the guitar, be merry and enjoy the show."
there were singing between
sobs, foodfest galore and chain
smoking inside the parlor littered
with flowers sewn as wreaths
but Grandmas's Sampaguita adorns my hair.
in rememberance now is seen
Grandpa's smile,Grandma's wink in every face
parcing their loving tricks
making all children rather chic.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
a view
did you recognize?
did you notice?
did you see?
accelerating
torrential
pivotal
movements
gushing from behind
rolling onwards
seemingly divided
separate
at once believed and the yet-unknown.
seen thus
taken as a burden
aspired to as a gift
it has a name
and is alive-
it is called
Intentionality-
Human History
always in the making.
***
under present
conditions, amidst
strong currents
of fear,
of hope, and
distress-
dark, painful conditions
gaining impetus
preceeding an impending birth
Of a Universal Human Nation:
A PEACE-LOVING HUMANITY
FOR ONE AND ALL.
***
did you notice?
did you see?
accelerating
torrential
pivotal
movements
gushing from behind
rolling onwards
seemingly divided
separate
at once believed and the yet-unknown.
seen thus
taken as a burden
aspired to as a gift
it has a name
and is alive-
it is called
Intentionality-
Human History
always in the making.
***
under present
conditions, amidst
strong currents
of fear,
of hope, and
distress-
dark, painful conditions
gaining impetus
preceeding an impending birth
Of a Universal Human Nation:
A PEACE-LOVING HUMANITY
FOR ONE AND ALL.
***
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
HUMAN BEing and BEcoming
HUMANITY- live!
repose, calmly when darkness looms
when light comes as it always does
look within, without, all about...
gather the pebbles of wisdom
ushered upon the shores...
receive the strength
from the ebb and flow of the ocean of life
of waters, wind
and fire from the womb of creation...
feel the kindness
that evolution assures-
by its laws of life, light
and the universe...
ever present in your abode-
the planet earth-
upon whose grounds, skies
and a myriad of elements abound
for Peace, Force and Joy
to nourish your being-
your becoming
HUMAN
repose, calmly when darkness looms
when light comes as it always does
look within, without, all about...
gather the pebbles of wisdom
ushered upon the shores...
receive the strength
from the ebb and flow of the ocean of life
of waters, wind
and fire from the womb of creation...
feel the kindness
that evolution assures-
by its laws of life, light
and the universe...
ever present in your abode-
the planet earth-
upon whose grounds, skies
and a myriad of elements abound
for Peace, Force and Joy
to nourish your being-
your becoming
HUMAN
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Growth Beckons
when the sun sets in the west
and the skies grow dark;
when the sun rises in the east
and the earth bathes in light;
when the body, tires and becomes heavy
and hunger, thirst will one to tarry;
when the mind is restless
and its quest for freedom reigns;
when the heart feels troubled
and curls inward while in need of affection...
Life's eternal journey
towards meaning and fulfillment
is assured, paradoxically.
and the skies grow dark;
when the sun rises in the east
and the earth bathes in light;
when the body, tires and becomes heavy
and hunger, thirst will one to tarry;
when the mind is restless
and its quest for freedom reigns;
when the heart feels troubled
and curls inward while in need of affection...
Life's eternal journey
towards meaning and fulfillment
is assured, paradoxically.
then, present & beyond
tending one's garden
within bears when its fruits feed
others, life and self
***
after all is said
and done-then and now- it's the
future that remains
within bears when its fruits feed
others, life and self
***
after all is said
and done-then and now- it's the
future that remains
Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
A Gift to Share, Tributes to Give
2nd edition:
...eventually,
amid a mileu of habitual din
ignored, illusions simply passed by.
Unceremoniously it happened:
an outline of a figure appeared -
a rather familiar image.
As a collage of memories--
since my childhood-- of vivacious streams of scenes
accompanied by the image emerged,
tears rolled ashore...
from the depths sentiments soared -
of joy, of affirmation, of gratitude.
Fused in love, and laved with compassion
so longed for-- believed denied--- unrecognized, before
were there, are there, afterall.
I am not alone.
Indeed, I was never alone!
I am with my Guide.
In my darkest moments, my Guide in vigil held a light
bright enough to show the hovering shadows,
and brought in prudence as i pondered my whereabouts.
When in need,
my Guide oriented my look-
within and without,
Etched so distinctly were
two milestones, that marked
the path i was to travel on..
At the crossroads of
values, beliefs and practices that
got me so confused,
at 16 found SCA that gave me hope
for there i found a chaplain with
bold deeds , and simple words-
"let your religious sentiments be your guide,
and surely, you will never be lost;
worry not about the name, or names
it has been, or will be called,and
be yourself- was his counsel,
but that was not all
Erps provided not just succor, but also
drove me, and other youths home-
to disarm parents ready to scold.
a true missionary, of Columban suit
fondly called 'Erps'", meaning Father-
by me and many others, young and old.
"Stay well, be happy and be true"
to-day, the refrain he bids me so;
and when i asked,
what can i do, he simply says,
" like, the movie-"pay-it-forward',
you know....?"
Entering adulthood, new anxieties
came..far from the campus i was then..
when Silo's Message appeared around the bend.
His doctrine came with ways and means
that helped, to distinguish chaff from grain
and put simply, true questions to ask;
prodded me to learn from insults, pain and fame-
to see, to feel, to think;
and, thru experience verify-
if and when my heart, my head, and my actions are in agreement, or not;
whether Peace, Force and Joy are present or absent, in me and those around me;
and showed me how to recognize my Guide.
How kindly my Guide caresses and kisses my forehead
when earthiness weighs me down...
How wisely my Guide looks upon my process of fruition
as subject to Laws and to a myriad of human inventions...
How strongly my Guide nurtures my strides
toward a beam of light....
The image of Mother and Child - immaculate
Mother of Life, of Universe - infinite..
My own Internal Guide.
*****
Following is the Spanish Version of the original, first edition:
… finalmente,
en el medio del estrépito habitual
ignoradas, las ilusiones simplemente quedaban a un lado.
Todo ocurrÃa sin ceremonia:
aparecÃa el bosquejo de una figura –
una imagen mas bien conocida.
Un collage de recuerdos—
desde mi infancia—de corrientes vivaces de escenas
acompañadas por la imagen que emerge,
lágrimas rodaban hasta la orilla...
desde lo profundo se elevaban sentimientos
de felicidad, afirmación y gratitud.
Fundidas en el amor y bañadas con compasión
tan anheladas—creà que eran negadas—si ser reconocidas, antes
estaban allÃ, allà están, después de todo.
No estoy sola.
Por cierto, ¡nunca lo estuve!
Estoy con mi GuÃa.
En mis momento más oscuros, mi GuÃa en vigilia sostuvo una luz
de suficiente brillo que mostraba las sombras que merodeaban
y trajo prudencia mientras meditaba sobre mis alrededores.
Cuando lo necesitaba,
mi GuÃa orientaba mi mirada—
hacia mi misma y hacia el exterior,
asà encontré el Mensaje de Silo—
me ayudó a distinguir entre la barcia y el trigo
cuando me hizo preguntarme, “¿Quién soy?”
Me lo dio un impujencito a aprender de los insultos, del dolor y la fama—
a ver, a sentir, a pensar y,
a través de la experiencia, a comprobar—
si y cuando mi corazón, mi mente y mis acciones concordaban o no;
si la Paz, Fuerza y AlegrÃa están presentes o ausentes; en mi, en mi alrededor
por sobre todo, abrió el camino hacia el encuentro con mi GuÃa.
Con cuánta bondad mi GuÃa acaricia y besa mi frente
cuando lo mundano me agobia…
Con cuánta sabidurÃa mi GuÃa observa mi proceso de realización
cuando me veo sujeta a las Leyes y a una mirÃada de creaciones humanas…
Con cuánta fuerza mi GuÃa alimenta mis pasos
hacia un rayo de luz…
La imagen de la Madre y el Niño—inmaculada
Madre de la Vida, del Universo—infinita…
Mi propio GuÃa Interno
...eventually,
amid a mileu of habitual din
ignored, illusions simply passed by.
Unceremoniously it happened:
an outline of a figure appeared -
a rather familiar image.
As a collage of memories--
since my childhood-- of vivacious streams of scenes
accompanied by the image emerged,
tears rolled ashore...
from the depths sentiments soared -
of joy, of affirmation, of gratitude.
Fused in love, and laved with compassion
so longed for-- believed denied--- unrecognized, before
were there, are there, afterall.
I am not alone.
Indeed, I was never alone!
I am with my Guide.
In my darkest moments, my Guide in vigil held a light
bright enough to show the hovering shadows,
and brought in prudence as i pondered my whereabouts.
When in need,
my Guide oriented my look-
within and without,
Etched so distinctly were
two milestones, that marked
the path i was to travel on..
At the crossroads of
values, beliefs and practices that
got me so confused,
at 16 found SCA that gave me hope
for there i found a chaplain with
bold deeds , and simple words-
"let your religious sentiments be your guide,
and surely, you will never be lost;
worry not about the name, or names
it has been, or will be called,and
be yourself- was his counsel,
but that was not all
Erps provided not just succor, but also
drove me, and other youths home-
to disarm parents ready to scold.
a true missionary, of Columban suit
fondly called 'Erps'", meaning Father-
by me and many others, young and old.
"Stay well, be happy and be true"
to-day, the refrain he bids me so;
and when i asked,
what can i do, he simply says,
" like, the movie-"pay-it-forward',
you know....?"
Entering adulthood, new anxieties
came..far from the campus i was then..
when Silo's Message appeared around the bend.
His doctrine came with ways and means
that helped, to distinguish chaff from grain
and put simply, true questions to ask;
prodded me to learn from insults, pain and fame-
to see, to feel, to think;
and, thru experience verify-
if and when my heart, my head, and my actions are in agreement, or not;
whether Peace, Force and Joy are present or absent, in me and those around me;
and showed me how to recognize my Guide.
How kindly my Guide caresses and kisses my forehead
when earthiness weighs me down...
How wisely my Guide looks upon my process of fruition
as subject to Laws and to a myriad of human inventions...
How strongly my Guide nurtures my strides
toward a beam of light....
The image of Mother and Child - immaculate
Mother of Life, of Universe - infinite..
My own Internal Guide.
*****
Following is the Spanish Version of the original, first edition:
… finalmente,
en el medio del estrépito habitual
ignoradas, las ilusiones simplemente quedaban a un lado.
Todo ocurrÃa sin ceremonia:
aparecÃa el bosquejo de una figura –
una imagen mas bien conocida.
Un collage de recuerdos—
desde mi infancia—de corrientes vivaces de escenas
acompañadas por la imagen que emerge,
lágrimas rodaban hasta la orilla...
desde lo profundo se elevaban sentimientos
de felicidad, afirmación y gratitud.
Fundidas en el amor y bañadas con compasión
tan anheladas—creà que eran negadas—si ser reconocidas, antes
estaban allÃ, allà están, después de todo.
No estoy sola.
Por cierto, ¡nunca lo estuve!
Estoy con mi GuÃa.
En mis momento más oscuros, mi GuÃa en vigilia sostuvo una luz
de suficiente brillo que mostraba las sombras que merodeaban
y trajo prudencia mientras meditaba sobre mis alrededores.
Cuando lo necesitaba,
mi GuÃa orientaba mi mirada—
hacia mi misma y hacia el exterior,
asà encontré el Mensaje de Silo—
me ayudó a distinguir entre la barcia y el trigo
cuando me hizo preguntarme, “¿Quién soy?”
Me lo dio un impujencito a aprender de los insultos, del dolor y la fama—
a ver, a sentir, a pensar y,
a través de la experiencia, a comprobar—
si y cuando mi corazón, mi mente y mis acciones concordaban o no;
si la Paz, Fuerza y AlegrÃa están presentes o ausentes; en mi, en mi alrededor
por sobre todo, abrió el camino hacia el encuentro con mi GuÃa.
Con cuánta bondad mi GuÃa acaricia y besa mi frente
cuando lo mundano me agobia…
Con cuánta sabidurÃa mi GuÃa observa mi proceso de realización
cuando me veo sujeta a las Leyes y a una mirÃada de creaciones humanas…
Con cuánta fuerza mi GuÃa alimenta mis pasos
hacia un rayo de luz…
La imagen de la Madre y el Niño—inmaculada
Madre de la Vida, del Universo—infinita…
Mi propio GuÃa Interno
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
THREE-PART ASKING
First, may we know that We Do Not Die
Second, may we follow the Path of our Destiny
Third, may our paths entwine
in the Light of the Endless
Joyful Present.
Second, may we follow the Path of our Destiny
Third, may our paths entwine
in the Light of the Endless
Joyful Present.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
this was an attempt to put in words the profusion of images and registers that came forth while assisting Isabel move forward in her journey. That was on Dec.21, 2007.
..
Vacuous yet not empty
Trembling yet without fear...
creeping, groping in darkness
thru valleys, mountains, forests
in summer thru winter in one breath
insisting, life grows strong...
a distant sense of belonging beckons,
an intimation...
from one, to multitudes
from creatures to creators..
a flickering light,
sustained in hopefilled silence..
revealed darkness as mere
shadow of earth, of itself.
Expressions unfold, develop
Intimation no more...
Life is movement
from moment to moment
dancing to rythm of the rivers and seas,
to melodies of earth, wind and fire- as life bathes in the sun..
ad infinitum
December 21,2007-February 28,2008
..
Vacuous yet not empty
Trembling yet without fear...
creeping, groping in darkness
thru valleys, mountains, forests
in summer thru winter in one breath
insisting, life grows strong...
a distant sense of belonging beckons,
an intimation...
from one, to multitudes
from creatures to creators..
a flickering light,
sustained in hopefilled silence..
revealed darkness as mere
shadow of earth, of itself.
Expressions unfold, develop
Intimation no more...
Life is movement
from moment to moment
dancing to rythm of the rivers and seas,
to melodies of earth, wind and fire- as life bathes in the sun..
ad infinitum
December 21,2007-February 28,2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
random thoughts
true humility
as depicted in legends
surely is somewhere.
***
careful means prudent
in contrast to censorship
which simply denies.
***
as depicted in legends
surely is somewhere.
***
careful means prudent
in contrast to censorship
which simply denies.
***
just a verse
to surpass
is not the same
as to overcome.
the former suggests comprehension
while the latter, subjugation.
***
is not the same
as to overcome.
the former suggests comprehension
while the latter, subjugation.
***
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Pilipino haiku
w/ English translations
Sino ba ako?
isang bukang-liwayway-
hinga ng buhay.
Who really am I?
am dawn breaking thru the clouds-
am a breath of life
***
Landas ng buhay
ang tumbok palaginang
tungo sa ilaw.
The pathways of life
always tend to move forward
searching for the light.
***
Budhing malinis
kaisipang payapa
tunay na ginto
pulchritude within,
and a mind that is peacefull
are golden treasures.
***
Patience Is A Good Friend
the mist is thickening...
stay calm
while in the dark-
let silence in
breathe deeply
to stoke the embers of life within..
exhale fully
to expel the dark shadows.
gracefully the moon recedes
as dawn ushers in a new day.
***
Sino ba ako?
isang bukang-liwayway-
hinga ng buhay.
Who really am I?
am dawn breaking thru the clouds-
am a breath of life
***
Landas ng buhay
ang tumbok palaginang
tungo sa ilaw.
The pathways of life
always tend to move forward
searching for the light.
***
Budhing malinis
kaisipang payapa
tunay na ginto
pulchritude within,
and a mind that is peacefull
are golden treasures.
***
Patience Is A Good Friend
the mist is thickening...
stay calm
while in the dark-
let silence in
breathe deeply
to stoke the embers of life within..
exhale fully
to expel the dark shadows.
gracefully the moon recedes
as dawn ushers in a new day.
***
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Chinese-like poem...
In resplendent garb eclipsing the sun
came illusions prancing around
Earth is turning East in its dance.
Duly the sun exposed illusions'tricky plans.
***
came illusions prancing around
Earth is turning East in its dance.
Duly the sun exposed illusions'tricky plans.
***
more haiku
freely the bees feast
on pink crepe myrtle blossoms
in the summer heat.
***
mind you, in one's head
the past, present and future
often exchange seats
***
without much ado
the body and old habits
tend to trump intent.
***
mechanically
giving aid to those in need
leaves the giver bare.
***
when others are harmed
by way of retribution
justice is ill served.
***
on pink crepe myrtle blossoms
in the summer heat.
***
mind you, in one's head
the past, present and future
often exchange seats
***
without much ado
the body and old habits
tend to trump intent.
***
mechanically
giving aid to those in need
leaves the giver bare.
***
when others are harmed
by way of retribution
justice is ill served.
***
Monday, August 11, 2008
Eyes of the Soul
with the eyes of the soul
your full being appears
before me
unique
infinitely multiplied
since the dawn of history
My heart is overcome
before the wonderful mystery of life
Human who walks this Earth
today at the threshold of turbulent times
place yourself facing tomorrow,
that more distant and luminous tomorrow,
to be able to softly soar
May I go with you?
I will offer my hand when you need it
with strength I will encourage your step if need be
When the parting comes, we will be there together
and always, always, I will try to look at you
with the eyes of the soul
That is how I would like to arrive at my Destiny
with my mission fulfilled
with my house in order
free and happy
Thinking of the human species, February 1, 2008
(translation by Trudi Richard)
Monday, August 4, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Of Life's Ups and Downs
A dream's chance for fruition collapsed
when flood waters came unannounced.
.
Little did the dreamer know
the sorry missive carried by the tides.
Whence the storm came is rather clear
T'is the reason behind that mystifies.
With a Guide on one's side
Hope remains eternal
At the funeral
of broken dreams.
when flood waters came unannounced.
.
Little did the dreamer know
the sorry missive carried by the tides.
Whence the storm came is rather clear
T'is the reason behind that mystifies.
With a Guide on one's side
Hope remains eternal
At the funeral
of broken dreams.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
dedicated to the World March for Peace and NonViolence
Blow chaste wind,
clear away the dust and rubble
of apathy...
Pour tenderly sweet rain,
moisten the parched lips
of humanity...
Shine bright light,
dispel the dark shadows
of subjugation.
Let this newborn
Universal Human Nation
begin..
Its march for World peace
and Nonviolence to reclaim
it's birthright
of equality, diversity
and the dignity of
Being Human
clear away the dust and rubble
of apathy...
Pour tenderly sweet rain,
moisten the parched lips
of humanity...
Shine bright light,
dispel the dark shadows
of subjugation.
Let this newborn
Universal Human Nation
begin..
Its march for World peace
and Nonviolence to reclaim
it's birthright
of equality, diversity
and the dignity of
Being Human
Thursday, July 17, 2008
unraveling
remembering Chu Kiang*
on whose bosom sunlight and pebbles of wisdom
become palimpsest** shroud..
as shadows come midway
between drifting tulips
and growing anthill
reminds one of creation
far beyond R. Wagner's reach.
* river in SE China, forming an estuary between Macao & Hongkong.
** a parchment,repeatedly used with the previous writings still partly visible
on whose bosom sunlight and pebbles of wisdom
become palimpsest** shroud..
as shadows come midway
between drifting tulips
and growing anthill
reminds one of creation
far beyond R. Wagner's reach.
* river in SE China, forming an estuary between Macao & Hongkong.
** a parchment,repeatedly used with the previous writings still partly visible
Friday, June 27, 2008
my first haiku
Silence swept away
emptiness full of debris
letting essence flow...
***
while others retreat
frail camellia earnestly
greets the winter frost.
***
Pilipino Verse:
Ang bawat yugto
Sa buhay maykabuluhan
kung tutuusin
come to think of it
every moment in one's life
is full of meaning
emptiness full of debris
letting essence flow...
***
while others retreat
frail camellia earnestly
greets the winter frost.
***
Pilipino Verse:
Ang bawat yugto
Sa buhay maykabuluhan
kung tutuusin
come to think of it
every moment in one's life
is full of meaning
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