inocente de ti...

"you innocent thing"




this photo was taken inside a moving tricycle one afternoon on our way to church for the simbang gabi... sitting on the passengers' seat beside my mom, the view of this child on the tricy's side-seat close-upfront of me surely captivated my sight and i just felt it was something significant to remember...[17-dec-2007]

Carus, Memento Mori.

Carus, memento mori.

Beloved, remember that you will die.
Memento vivere.
Remember that you have to live.
A drop hollows a stone
not by force,
but by often falling.
Fire tests gold.
Mindful of what has been done,
aware of what will be,
Let your light shine.
One day, this will be pleasing to remember.
I am a human being; nothing human is strange to me.
Vive memor leti.
I live remembering death.

Back at Home

let’s say that the light is shining down on me again….I am now finding myself walking once more in the familial alley I have delighted to trod in my sweetest youth, on towards a new day, with a good feel of the earth beneath my feet, the warm and cozy air that brushes on leaves of green and carries through the ocean’s scent…here I am, feeling and seizing a present for the continuity of a colorful past into the future I have long been promised of, a life delightful to hold a claim to…

ah, life, great living! hah.

I am back in the arms I know’s always here stretched wide open, to help me get through life’s discourse, even when im turned around, I know, it reaches for me…sure’s one hand I'd always be grateful for being there”,

[….my other hand’s still open and free, as of the moment… hehehe.]

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i am sad. you are making me sad.

for what reasons you have i do not know, i need must not presume judgment.but i am made sad. wrought with the feelings of neglection, of thoughts of abandonment by you...whoso is more than a friend, family to me...

but as it was in the beginning, i will not insist.

i will never be the one to insist.

i respect you. and so shall let it be that it remains your great prerrogative whom to allow to step into the abyss ive once delighted to tread on if had it been not under the torment of trance and imagination..
don't make yourself a phantom; when, all phantoms are wanting to make themselves real before me. you are a reality in my life.
like butterflies by nature we are metamorphosed in time, but in essence, we are still who we are from the time the universe was conceived.
it is by enduring that we may learn that even when our wings may be smitten butterflies remain to be butterflies...just as even when man suffers, pains, even when his ways and means change now and then, he remains who he is.

for change is imminent, change is constant in this world, it inevitably changes itself, so that all is put back to their natural and proper order and given mystification.

my hand is held out:

Donne-moi ta main et prend la mienne.

MEET ME HALFWAY.

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In principle, it is much easier to receive and more difficult to give. That is the general conception. But as we study reality, we glean that in truth, it it much easier for human beings to give than to receive; for, it is inherent in man to be self-conscious and cater to one's own ego and pride. It is much easier to give for it would show off beneficence in abundance, than to receive and accept that one is lacking and is in need of something beyond own capacity or ability.


Reflecting on the Last Supper, when Jesus stood up and washed his disciples' feet, Peter would not allow Jesus to proceed. On first instance, it shows Peter is bereft of understanding. But as we look on the bigger picture, we see that Peter is acting out of his false pride that he is unworthy of receiving such demonstration of humble service, of receiving that great love of Jesus for him....


It is as with us. By our words, thoughts, and actions, we show how capable of giving and loving we are. We even willingly waive opportunities if only to be able to give to those whom we love what we believe they must. But because of an ego-boosted personal presupposition of strength, we are eaten up by our pride and would rather sacrifice, give up that opportunity to be happy and be fulfilled, than to be helped, to accept so that we are in need of help, of guidance, of instruction. We presuppose that we know that it is much easier to tell other people what ought to be than to ask of others how we ought to.


That's what is. But let us remember who we are. We are humans. Created by the God of Love. Yes, by Him out of that perfect love. And for what reason: To love one another as HE loves us.


Grandiose? Yes, and far from being impossible. Truth is never impossible unless we limit our horizons and customize our societies as according to what our limited brains could comprehend and calculate.

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When I was fallen short of literary expression, I played with lines and color:

Here's a cherished comment from my life-long friend Angela.

LOVE: tiga interpret ko siya as ika na nagabalangibog kan marhay na bareta asin naga heras kan mga biyaya, balaog asin pagkamoot sa saimong mga nakakasalamuha....

WOW. I really intended this as a signature photo for my personal stationery to be used in sending a letter of request to transfer to the concerned chief responsible of the catechumenate team in Manila, as i originally intended to leave Legazpi for good....the plan did not materialize though, and I am well, back at home with everyone. (^^,)

THE INNER STRUGGLE

Light!
Darkness!
EYES
--by which do you see?

the human heart:
A battlefield!

...who reigns,
the seat of
your intelligence?

Christian!
would you be
Stranger
to your own family??

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