Fragile

Delicate. Breakable. Karma that can sweep you in just two minutes. Two minutes is all it takes. For that 360 degrees. 180 degrees. Roll on your axis and breath with the Earth. That’s all it takes to live by the day. To fully live in every second of that time of an illusion where you exit and exist. You can shoot yourself up to the nova beyond your egoistic and ignorant self. Reclaim Selfhood. And return to that place which schools taught you to abandon. That piece of place that is now a shanty of emptiness waiting to be called Home.

It can be cold. It can be that sweltering heat. Thick covers. Naked bodies. Still and moving. Single in duality. One in two. Roll on your axis and embrace the tangible flesh of the mortal gods that have come down to Mother Earth. Not ever selfish. They break time. Take time too to play music and hear more of the rhythm that pumps the heart. They believe in a Hookey Day where you drop everything to have everything back. A hookey month, year. A hookey of a lifetime. An experience of a lifetime to burst between the covers of that erotic journal of marvelous vulnerability.

The fragile breaks and scatters pieces offered to Huxley. The constant nucleus spins not ever regretting mankind turned it into a bomb. Thus sweeps you in just two minutes like a tsunami more seen like a hunk in his blue Speedo trunks. Destruction of that distraction never became this desirable.Are you with me. Are you with me there inside you. Where we are fragile and all so unconditionally loving of it all.

Mujer de las Islas

She’s a woman painted by the sun. Thoughtless days make her mumble towards a foggy dawn as she captures sunset skydust in her eyes. Naked and soft, she is bathed by the salted waters of the Hundred Islands. Caught in the middle, thrown to the edge, she hums songs that say she is like anybody else. She sings of days of better company. Better loneliness. Safe days of unknowingness, safer uncertainties. Safe people, safer realities of sharp edges. I cry with her and laugh with her. Bite the sky with her between dry wine and a cold night wind by the shore. She is empty and she is full. Almost herself; beautiful but not quite until seen.

I sit with her. Sleep with her. Dream without her. I am with her who I leave. She waits with impatience by her side; drags on a slim cigarette from where thin smoke rises. She runs off to where nobody finds her; off to where blind and deaf men go. Some somewhere where somewhere exists: between lie and truth. Within nothingness. Without poetry. Beyond words. Gone unto her and back, lifetimes pass turning her into a marvelous sin to this world. How can anything be wrong with time passing proof of understanding? What used to be wrong is now the new testament of this age. Islands drown and the earth rises even more. She sits at peace having forgiven what is false. And comes home guiltless by the pure perfection of her soul.

Ephemera

Kronos embraces my infinity
By its chains of changes found in years:
In the most sensual pleasures discovered
Made sharper in the shortness of its days

I find time for things and
In things I try to defy time
The tick and tock hum my lyric:
Forgotten minutes of soilent pasts
Vigilant beats for fleeting futures.

Given Time
Given Age
Given Memory
Repeating itself upon itself

Transient beings caught candid:
Captured in convergences
Distilled between moments
Treasured within thoughts.

Pardon my passionate musings:
Seeking stillness in all things transitory
Stirring movement in beings lost by time

Apparently tragic though I cast wishes:
Upon the withering of flowers
Green leaves blown away by wind
The fading scents on final evenings
To foamy waves heard leaving shore.

In twilight skies I hear the chimes
Of constant chants that say:
Love encompasses Time and finds its bridge
Between our antiquity and fated futures.

I seek stillness and discover my covenant
With visions kept hidden awaiting birth
I am foretold of its alchemy as the
Magic of the inner hour reveals:

The freedom found in Time—
As we live in surrender to it.

/Manila. 2000

An Angel Falls

Falling from the wide ocean, am I? Along skydust and thru silent spaces, I hear a song of wild embraces. There is a beating in my emptiness: the fall of a breath like a dewdrop; the sigh of waiting, for what—that I truly do not know. As a firecomet falls in this night, someone’s slumber breaks.

I fall from the ethers.

One unto One. Two and in between, the stars surrender to gravity. Freed from cosmic flock by Earthen wishes, I plummet into the forbidden sea: to the occult alleys of the ancient years, found in the corners of the familiar eye; by the blood of thumping hearts made to dance on the tips of shining needles. Hereto and unto: A leaf bends to a drop of rain. A sperm penetrates an egg. A web breaks to be sewn again. Someone is getting a cure. Someone is acquiring a disease. Something is being stolen. A lost item is being found. A patient is dying in the ER. A newborn cries in a room.

Someone is getting a verdict. Someone is set free. A tree is planted. A puppy is being born. A fruit is being picked. A flower, swaying to breeze. Someone got the word. Someone is lost for words. A song is written. A picture, being framed. A gift is being given: someone is remembered. Someone is trying to forget.

I zoom in, into him to touch and be touched at last: just the right way, on the right day. I bring with me Love. As I touch ground and join Humanity.


:: Lovesickness Does Us Good /16 May 2001

Love Song

I am Love therefore I know you.

In sleep I hover over you watching in endearment; keeping vigil on this being that shall make Love known unto itself. I am there in your first breath and will be until your last. After which we shall share the same boat that will float down the stream towards a Paradise we have created for each other.

I am Love therefore I am with you.

In triumph and in glory, I am the beaming force that shall sustain your adventures. With Cupid, I conspire in debauchery; we witness and thrive in the meeting of souls: the unspoken familiarity, the locking gaze, the holding of breath, the skipping of the heart, the candid laughters, the pregnant pause, and the feverish nocturnal longings in surrender to the kindling of fire. In anonymity we exist: in coincidences, in the accidental tourist, and in the spiritual nomad.

I am Love and with Fire I combust.

I make everything possible for you. I know your dreams and visions. I know what you desire and need. In all loves and hopes unrequited, I become known to you a hundredfold. When your eyes have lost their sight and your speech have found no words, I become the Unconditional; It is there then, I make myself truly known. In moments like these, I cast all my best intentions to all sentience—hoping to catch fire and feel the warmth of all I have created. I am the cosmic heat. I am the lightning that strikes and I am the alchemist that has brought you to life. I am in between digits. I am in the cryptic message. I am between the rhythm and the unsounded cadence. I am the ghost in poetry and the haunting image in your music. I am your invention and I am your thoughts while I swirl in the flames of Eureka.

I am Love and I remain within and without.

In my chambers I await for you to keep me company. In my aloneness you too become the unrequited lover that I burn for. I long for arms like yours so I may embrace you. I long for a voice so I may be able to tell you: I am too the forsaken. I am too the despair. I am your mental block and I too am your weakness. In this passion for life I am the maiden who waits for her groom. Being the Love that I am, I will bear myself wings and fall from the Heavens.

I am Love and Love I am.

In days, months, years and lightyears we have kept each other company. In our learnings and yearnings for Truth we have immortalized our union. And in the sanctity of this marriage we shall therefore be all brides and all grooms forever moving in Grace. In a faceless crowd I will be within the eyes of the innocent child, the expectant mother, the wise old folk, the nurturing maiden, the cavalier and the rebel. I am Love and Love I am. In you is the affirmation that I am real. In your being I am comforted knowing Love begets Love—and that is enough for me to exist.

Meeting Macrina

Having a new acquaintance named Macrina is a unique experience. To begin with, I haven’t met anyone named Macrina. Young and pretty Mac, as I got to know her, is a creative and gifted being. She showed me some of her raw art which she neatly collated in her journal. And I got to feel how elating it was for some people to share some particles and elements of themselves so candidly. Some people, on the other hand, exercise a huge amount of effort to keep others at bay. Mac and I didn’t talk much, such that our sporadic conversations consumed only 15 minutes [or thereabouts] of our built-up lives.

My short chat with Mac stirred a spontaneous depiction of two swirling rainbow atoms engaged in affable tête-à-tête. It is amusing if you see it this way [also a handy tool when you encounter intolerable atoms down the stream]. Spurred by a personal resolution to accept people for what they are and to accept myself for what I am in a larger field of reality, this “atomic inspiration” [as I call it] allows deliverance from what is commonly viewed as offensive, ghastly or cataclysmic.

That same evening with Mac, other observed atoms in the room were pulling attempts to combust with the seemingly delectable atoms in sight. Irksome perhaps, but that is how some atoms behave. So as Mac and I continued to enjoy the music in between our conversations; and conversations in between songs, a glimmer of gratification graced our meeting. The atomic goddess dancing on the candle-lamp atop our table seemed to have been enjoying herself, too. And so, the evening faded, and the atoms turned into tiny yawning bubbles as the music played. I bade Mac farewell as we end another day, and perhaps, meet each other again in the stream of dreams.