. . . with longing . . .

a composition in my mind
runs thus -
while tonight the thunderstorms
banished the stars from view
only the wind, gushing
came to tell of you -

whispering many gentle secrets
it filled me with
delight
not even the mingling of
warmth and chill
dampened the night

somewhere,
breaking
the barriers
of distance
i long for you
and i know
i already
have you

~('o')~

hey, diddle!

stretched alone to slumber, by myself i wonder and as my thoughts did wander, i reached for my toes and giggled

climbing up on a sturdy loft, i hugged and held on as slumber took and we traveled to places unknown

swinging to idle seconds until they turn to minutes, minutes into hours and hours melted the day away

sitting down we were connected souls, content in the moment we have and though wishing for more, we were oblivious to other sights and sounds

waking from its slow blooming, silence crept and made known its uninvited presence

wrapped in silken folds of mystery, cradled in shifting lights of soliloquy, the essence of purity is found in simple discovery

light, feathery white threads of fragile moments, memories and magic came flowing, freeing, settling over my silent self

some thoughts and dreams too ephemeral to hold are much like crafted sandcastles on the shores of our awakening

what bliss there is in peaceful sleep, renewing the body and mind, discarding restless meanderings, and looking forward to the promised thaw

rest my soul to the sound of rain, rest my mind to the wonder of dreams, tomorrow is a new day and i begin again

give

the only thing
we ever have
is
what we give
away.

if you must give, open your palms wide as if you're being embraced. but, if you must take, open your palms far wider so that you could embrace back.

if you must give, open your eyes wide, sensing the need or the want in someone that perhaps only you can provide at that moment. but, if you must take, because of your own need or want, open your eyes wider so that you could discern that others are needing, wanting and hurting as you do.

if you must give, open your heart wide, freely sharing what is pure and wonderful to flow from yours to someone else. but, if you must take, open your heart far wider, so that you could bless another in deep gratitude.

if you must give, open your spirit to welcoming someone into your own sanctuary, right into your own essential humanity. but, if you must take, open your spirit far wider, so that you can welcome yourself into your own humanity and thereby taking with you others needing as much warmth and welcome as you do.

be still

it's a bliss to pause for a while; to steady the hurried life that keeps passing by; to hold down time and offer it rest; to narrow down infinity then watch it merge into eternity… it's a bliss to stop, not at some demands, but simply to touch base with what matters; to connect with our inner selves and halt the raging turbulence; to enfold life's gargantuan tasks in a momentary embrace… it's a bliss to welcome stillness, to engage in something simple but meaningful; to bring forth what is pure and beautiful; to assess and admire the blessings given by both tragedies and triumphs… it's a bliss to listen as silence speaks, its lucidity declaring its clarity; its tranquility manifesting its simplicity… it’s a bliss to place my heart in the palms of my hands and ask God to hold it awhile, while He yet determines to breathe life into it yet… as the Maker molds my fragile heart, He brings the peace that comes with bliss...

"kawangis"

likha ng Dakilang Ama
nililok ng pag-ibig
sa katotohan nakasandig;
sinubok ng pagkakataon
hinubog ng panahon;
pinalakas ng pawis, sipag at tyaga
pinagtibay ng pananampalataya;

Dakilang Ama,
at kanyang nilikha
sumibol sa pag-ibig
-kawangis-