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.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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 ocurría sin ceremonia:
aparecía 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—creí que eran negadas—si ser reconocidas, antes
estaban allí, allí están, después de todo.
No estoy sola.
Por cierto, ¡nunca lo estuve!
Estoy con mi Guía.
En mis momento más oscuros, mi Guía 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 Guía orientaba mi mirada—
hacia mi misma y hacia el exterior,
así 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 Alegría están presentes o ausentes; en mi, en mi alrededor
por sobre todo, abrió el camino hacia el encuentro con mi Guía.
Con cuánta bondad mi Guía acaricia y besa mi frente
cuando lo mundano me agobia…
Con cuánta sabiduría mi Guía observa mi proceso de realización
cuando me veo sujeta a las Leyes y a una miríada de creaciones humanas…
Con cuánta fuerza mi Guía 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 Guía 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 ocurría sin ceremonia:
aparecía 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—creí que eran negadas—si ser reconocidas, antes
estaban allí, allí están, después de todo.
No estoy sola.
Por cierto, ¡nunca lo estuve!
Estoy con mi Guía.
En mis momento más oscuros, mi Guía 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 Guía orientaba mi mirada—
hacia mi misma y hacia el exterior,
así 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 Alegría están presentes o ausentes; en mi, en mi alrededor
por sobre todo, abrió el camino hacia el encuentro con mi Guía.
Con cuánta bondad mi Guía acaricia y besa mi frente
cuando lo mundano me agobia…
Con cuánta sabiduría mi Guía observa mi proceso de realización
cuando me veo sujeta a las Leyes y a una miríada de creaciones humanas…
Con cuánta fuerza mi Guía 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 Guía Interno
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