Monday, November 11, 2019

improv

 f     l     u     i     d ,

 s  e  a  m  l   e  s s

in    t u n e    with  oneself

w ords  of tru th  f l o w i n g, 

unhindered, no hesitation, trusting, fearless

p r e s e n t, 



n o  judgement,

alert 

to the  s p i r i t  

t      r  a    n s   m  i t t i n   g 

bright  e n e r g y

h.e.a.v.y

vulnerable



r e a d y  to give,

ready
 to  
r e c e i v e

Monday, October 14, 2019

love letter to my sister

.
.
.

you were Isabel, 
I was Nadine, remember?
the untouchable queens of Harvard Street
from behind our green fortress 
we entertained
our guests, 
 the curious neighborhood boys


they dared
ask questions,
leave letters in the mailbox,
 even climbed right onto our roof
perhaps
from there they heard
the loud voices in the house
that betrayed
our secret 
truth


remember when we used to play with fire?
we took apart broomsticks, lit them up on the stove.
ah, the neighbors did tell on us
but we did it again,
watching burning sticks  
 disappear 
into 
dust


sometimes we'd make tents out of blankets,
tying them up
to the windows and cabinets
electric wind 
would blow right in and
into caves
and
wild places
we were transported


when the days were warm and the Manila sun 
boasted 
just a bit too much,
a beach day was easily arranged
with a towel and umbrella 
right in our own
 garage


in those times
it was just you and me,
we'd fight over clothes, sing in perfect harmony,
we'd make beds out of cabinets,
turn couches into castles,
march down the street
in
quest
for ice candy


when night came upon us
we'd lay under the piano and listen to mother sing
she'd give us
our own
private
little concert,
words and melodies
that have never
faded away

.
.
.


in a blink of an eye,
decades now have passed,
you and I are on opposite sides of the world
far away
from home,
do you sometimes feel alone?
when you do,
 think
of the adventures we've shared




in time 

our eyes will crinkle when we smile,

 dried rivers fork their way through our skin.

still we will laugh

as we wade through shared memories

of childhood magic

and impossible

dreams




beach day with my sis
(photo credit: mom)



Saturday, July 13, 2019

balance

if i were to give myself a moment to tune out the noise,
and tune in to inner voice,
what would i hear?

w h i s p e r s 
that remind me that 
am
 of this earth,
c o n n e c t e d
to the life source that connects us all,

"as long as you breathe, you have a story to live out"

gentle nudges that tell me to keep 

listening,

learning,

processing,

connecting

with what gives  l i g h t  to the creative spirit,
what gives  h o p e  to the seeking soul;
continuously
asking
why 
and how
and being open to the  p o s s i b i l i t i e s, 
those
that often lie outside



our comfort zone




how it manifests itself, we have yet to see


"take your time to prepare and process,
you will know when you are ready to step out,
and when you do,
it shall be a light for many"



Tuesday, December 29, 2015

homeless

I lay down to rest my head on a bench along the park.
Up above a canopy of autumn leaves 
and a sky -- dull and gray --
fill my vision. 



The wind,

cool, refreshing,
rustles the leaves 
that had gathered on the ground. 

It

l u l l s

   me 
into 
   a sleepy state.



I could sleep here




Yes, 
on this very bench

that must have have held the  d r e a m s of many a homeless man
or woman.



What would it be like to sleep out on park benches, in street corners, in the   




c o l d 




 of the night? 





I have never known.





(written on November 7, 2015)

x

conversations

How to explain it, 
these unspoken strings that
tie
you to another 
and
just for that moment,
you   e  x  p  a  n  d     b  e  y  o  n  d 

                     y
                                         o
                                                  u 
                                         
                                                            r 
                                                                       s                   
                                                                              e 
                                                                                                l
                                                                                                                    f 


beyond the present.


It's as if..


TIME 

is suspended
and you are u.




You are pure and true, 
the wholeness of your being embraced. 





(written on November 6, 2015)

Strive





I n   t h e   m i d d l e   o f   a n   e m p t y   f i e l d   o o k i n g 





u p 

at the vast dark blanket of sky, 


I feel the universe embrace my being; 

so small 




and yet ---------------

every bit a part of greater purpose. 




May we all 

find a way to rise above ourselves, 

beyond our present, 

our past 

and 


r  e  a  l  i  z  e 

our place in the bigger picture of our lives.








Friday, February 13, 2015

Rise



Let not the anger and hatred of the world consume your soul 

lest into darkness we shall fall. 

Let not the pain of suffering drag you down; 

instead, get up and stand tall.



Friday, May 23, 2014

sounds

So 

many 

sounds.
 
So many sounds and I can hear them all.

Like different emotions clashing together and becoming 

a jumble 

of 

nothing-in-particular.

I sip from my glass of water, scribble 

my thoughts down 

and look out. 

Is this 

what it's like? 

To feel 

like 

nothing-in-particular despite everything you are?

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Oh, world


Not yet so wise but not so naive either,

I am, as you may not see,

a child no longer.

I see the stumbles and where you fall.

Unbeknownst to you, 

I have seen it all. 




Is it not a bit ironic that the loss of precious innocence

now redeems us into the light?

Indeed, innocence,

that had once shielded from otherwise overwhelming darkness,

now sheds to uncover

a soul ready to take on the truth of the world.



And yet

it is in knowing that one becomes vulnerable

for knowing the truth has the power to free and enlighten the soul

or darken and encase it.

Power 

lies within choice.

Wednesday, August 07, 2013

B a r e d



What are we 

'neath the self-portraits we make of ourselves? 



Tell me.




Who 

do we become

when all that we consider to be us or ours

d  i  s  i  n  t  e  g  r  a  t  e  s 
  
into just plain 

us? 





Just you.

Just          me. 
 
A                          question.

 More                                  questions.

Questions                                         to come.




No use trying to be subtle.

 No use trying to be complex.





Life gives.

Life takes away.




 
Simple as that.


      

   
    
And the pain? 

The pain becomes the cure.

The cure to our naivety,

to our senseless pretending,

to our self-destructive pride.







It humbles us  

into the beings we  a r e.

      







And when we can finally look at ourselves 

and s  e  e

only then can we fully accept

the wisdom of our very 





existence.






Incomprehensibly 

beautiful,

with all our imperfections;

wounds,

scars,

bruises,

and even our  

darkness.






Why else will we yearn for the light

if we have not been 

in  

d a r k n e s s ? 




     




Sunday, April 07, 2013

Stay

 

Walk with me,

barefoot

along this path

we know is unknown.

Your hand enclosing mine,

our two souls

entwined,

and our hearts,

well, 

who knows how high they've flown?

 

 

Dance with me,

for you know 

I'd only dance with you.

Stepping on your toes,

and 

as the saying goes,

falling

is just another way

to fly.

 

 

Whisper my name, will you?

under 

the vast dark blanket of sky.

Look into my eyes,

the way you always do, and tell me 

again

and again

the how’s,

the when’s,

and why.

 

 

Hold me,

for there may come 

a time 

when we can no longer see.

The stars

that burned bright in such fiery light

can turn cold

when we let those flames

retreat 

to their embers.

 

 

Line my face 

with your gentle fingers, longingly,

surely,

for someday I will want to fly 

and go some place distant,

free,

alone,

complete,

yet wanting to be  

with you. 

 

 

Stay

when I want to be alone

for sometimes 

I

convince myself 

I am strong

when

all within me I am grasping and trying to hold together what's 

already been

torn.  

 

 

Know 

it will not be easy,

to always walk alongside me

for

such is my nature to want to be 

alone 

and completely free.

 

 

Don't falter

when I seem to falter 

for sometimes I simply allow myself 

the necessary pain.

Separate 

yourself from me 

and try 

to understand

what my words desperately

try to express.

 

 

Let me go,

so you can fly 

for I know you will find your way back.

Just 

remember 

who you are, 

what you are

and where you dreamed to go

and never lose sight

of what you once 

had.

 

 

And when I seem distant

just know

when to knock

and I will open the door

to be with you,

completely  

and

forever more.