nature, photography, poetry, prose, Uncategorized

Hija del Sol

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Little flower
Daughter of the Light
I welcome your descent

But why did you choose this place?
Here’s a wilderness
Evil beings bewildered

Little flower
Don’t be afraid
Rise!

Spread your golden wings
And your rays though unblinding
Blinds the evil in me

Then all I am is goodness and beauty

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prose, tale, Uncategorized

Little Encounter

City Lights Part II

Photo by Nico Angelo Daroy

A continuation of my previous post,  City Lights

 

My legs sway from the warm wind, gently pushing the clouds upon which I was seated.

I am looking below at the stars once again, at the same spot where I witnessed their revolution against the Moon the other night.

I look up to examine the view. Just a huge space of nothingness, and still, the solitary Moon.

Nope. The war is not over.

“What is so fascinating about the lights below that makes you want to come here in the wee hours?” A voice emanated from behind.

A stranger approached and had come to sit beside me.  He looks — well –strange. Cape on the shoulders, golden crown, brown leather boots. He’s little, but old and wrinkled. I thought that the question was completely ridiculous, but I can see through his eyes that he was curious and sincere.

“Well, what makes them fascinating? They’re fascinating because they are the stars! Stars that had fallen to the Earth for a punishment they did not deserve!

“And they’re dressed in different colors! A lot of orange there, which seem to form the letter S. There’s crimson, and gold. Silver lining up along the boundaries of the Earth.”

I can feel the flush of red slowly rising to cover my entire face. Luckily, the dark was a friend enough to conceal such scandal.

“Can you not see the different shades of blue over there which seem to communicate in the way they glitter? And do you not know that all of them are in a battle against the Moon?”

He laughed.

“Those are not what you seem they are, child. Those are not stars, but masks that give the illusion of a star! Made by pretentious beasts of the Earth. Have you not realized you have been deceived?”

In an instant, he was gone.

And so was I, plunging down below towards the unknown.

 

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Insights, Uncategorized

“What’s In It For Me?”

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Photo by Princess Pepito

 

I could already hear explosions everywhere, and it was just an hour before 2016. The scent of excitement and anticipation was beginning to fill the evening air, and I marveled at how it got heavier with every tick of the clock.

Facing nothing but the dull outburst of the firework, I decided to put myself in a reflective state with these words as an appetizer:

“What’s in it for me this year?”

Immediately, my thoughts went on like a roller coaster ride, like books rammed haphazardly into the bookshelves. But a sudden realization hit me.

‘What’s in it for me this year?’… that’s the same question I’ve been asking myself New Year after New Year.

And now, I have come to an understanding of this phenomenon, and it is that it stems from my tendency of being too patient for things to happen.

…Which apparently, in simpler terms translates to:

Waiting for nothing. 

I admit that I am certainly good at being patient, may it be for something or to someone (I prefer to call it having a high-tolerance to someone). Perhaps, because I believe that, ‘good things come to those who wait’.

But a lot of things remain unchecked in my bucket list. My goals from last year and some from the past years stay as goals. It’s like what I wanted to happen remains as is.

And I am stuck.

Hence, waiting for nothing.

Or was it that I made the waiting an alibi to stop myself from taking risks? Or that I allowed my fears to consume and paralyze my spirit to avoid ‘defeat’?

There are always two sides of the same coin, and I’m a bit thankful that the other side has come to manifest itself.

I’ve never been a fan of New Year’s resolutions. Why wait for the new year, when anytime is always an opportunity for change?

But I guess I shall have one to start off. Just one.

And hopefully I wouldn’t be asking the same question next time.

Get up and start moving!

(seriously)

(I choose to format it that way for more emphasis.)

And by that, I mean to make my way out of turtle express and take the first few tiny baby steps of making things — my dreams, goals whether short-term or long-term — happen.

And as to how to do that?

Wish me luck.

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City Lights

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Photo taken and owned by Bobby Neptune

 

As I dove down through what seemed like a large keyhole inscribed by the thick night clouds, I saw below, orbs of light, like stars, illuminating the expanse of loneliness.

Then I thought; How lucky the Moon is to see and witness this view – glorious constellations each moment of his life.

But…why had all the stars fallen?

Somehow, I began to be doubtful of the Moon.

Was it not that the selfish Moon who rules the heavens deemed the stars unworthy, and banished them all to the Earth, in order that he may boast his power?

But look!

The revolution has begun!

The army of stars below are shining brighter than ever, like burning magnesium!

And I see that, very slowly, the Moon has begun to bleed out his monotonous light.

How long would it be til’ they oust their king and take back the heavens which was theirs?

Very soon, I hope so.

 

 

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Inspired by a plane ride 🙂

Photo borrowed from this site: http://www.bobbyneptune.com/places/

 

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life, random, Uncategorized

The Question We All Share

We’ve all heard this question before, and I’ve realized I never really had an answer up until recently.

The question is, “Are you happy?”

Three simple words, and yet, more than enough to send us into a perpetual cycle: walking down memory lane, with a cold bottle in one hand… Afterwards, insomnia, which is why the staring up the ceiling for hours and making friends with shadows on the wall (that’s what Rob Thomas said) happens.

“Am I happy?”

A simple sentence yet, for me, evokes a mix of emotions, just like that of a volcanic eruption.

And the more I think about answering the question only leads to more questions needing to be answered.

“What is happiness anyway? Why am I bothering myself with this question?”

What actually bothers me more, is why, long before, I never really have had any answer, until now.

Is it that I was avoiding such question after all? Or perhaps, is it because I feel a tinge of sadness everytime it hits me every 12 am of any random night?

Then finally I ask myself, is it really necessary to answer this question?

Obviously yes, because unfortunately, I have to answer the question for this post’s sake.

And to answer the question, “Am I happy?”, I have only one word.

Content.

Not happy, definitely not not-happy.

Just content.

And so far in life, I can say that for a long time I’ve straddled the fine middle line of contentment.

Maybe not the answer you expected, but I hope someday, on this journey,  I may find the true meaning of genuine happiness.

Because honestly, is it not happiness which we are all looking for after all?

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If I Were Anything…

If I were a place
I wouldn’t be a park
‘Cause like the birds
Noticing nothing but the scattered seeds,
You have forgotten my flowers
My freshness, my scenery
You before had noticed

If I were ever anything…

I wouldn’t definitely be the flower
Who for only a short time has been companions with a bee
As soon as it gets what it wants
It dances off and hops to my fellow flowers
Then I suffocate on self-pity
And question my worth and beauty
…Or the seashore
Because you love me to your high
Savour my salinity
But leaves when the sunset comes
And often, I’m left
Uncertain of your return

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Doctor’s Yoke

“Doctor heal me!”

She cries out with desperation.

Yet when he asks her,

“How are you feeling, my dear?”

Her lips are sealed.

.

A doctor helps.

But how

If she restricts her speech?

If she conceals her inner cries?

If she assumes things to fall to place?

.

Whether or not the doctor asks

As long as no words pour,

Powerless he remains.

The expertise doesn’t matter.

.

But a doctor is patient.

He understands.

and hopes.

.

And under his breath, he swore.

“I will wait.”

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