Thursday, July 26, 2007

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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.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

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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.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

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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. (^^,)

........i'm just another writer still trapped within my truth........


i have forgotten about what it is to write...
to catch that in-between the silence and the heart’s beating…
and go about that divide which separates shadow from the ground…
Writing, my first love!
and so, i write. répondez s’il vous plaît.


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naling'wan ko na kun pa'no an mag surat...
kun pa'no mahagilap an uya sa tahao kan kasilenciohan asin pag-ibot kan puso...
buda malakop iyan na nagbabanga sa anino asin daga...

An Pagsurat, sakuyang enot na pagkamoot!
biyo logod, ako minasurat. magsimbag ka.

"Rooted and built up in Jesus Christ, firm in the faith."





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