Try to listen the music inside your own ego.
Try to listen the laughter of the wind.
Try to feel the anger of the waves.
Try to paint the color of the green mountain,
the blue ocean and the blue sky.
Try to compete falling with the waterfalls.
Try to collect the colors of the rainbow.
Try to feel the thirst of the desert.
Try to count the drops of the rain.
Try to take off your coat and slippers when
you are standing in the rain.
Try to appreciate the bite of an ant.
Try to capture and ponder the power of the lightning.
Try to reveal an answer about a certain phenomenon.
Try to exchange the color of a red rose to a white rose.
Try to accept "peace" and junk the bloody war.
Try to eat together with the poor and junk the manners
of the rich.
Try to listen the stories of a stranger and feel the difference
of his world.
Try to imagine the stars sparkling at sunrise.
Try to think what if "Jesus Christ" comes tomorrow morning,
at midnight, at dawn, or maybe on the next day?
Try not going to church but pray in silence and
embrace the outcome.
Try to think what if the sun comes at night and the moon shines early in the morning?
Try to think what page in the "revelation of the bible"
are we experiencing right now?
Try to think what if "Sister Death" embraces you like a flash of lightning?
Try to visualize a new "Planet Earth"
And try to think what's "God" thinking right now?
Friday, November 21, 2008
IMMORTALITY
Every time I look into her eyes
It's like magic that reminds me to stay alive.
Every time I get trapped by the sacredness
of her smile, It's like eternal daylight that never welcomes the night.
Every time I listen to the tune of her voice,
It's like cleansing my soul
embracing a huge sacrifice to conquer the real purpose of love as
the ultimate prize.
Every time I see her alone,
It's like singing my favorite song
connecting the strings of my heart
to the rhyme of a sacred poem.
And every time I think of her deeply,
I feel like I am being dragged
into another kind of consciousness experiencing
a timeless bliss, enchanted by the wholeness of her beauty
that makes me say, for ever deep inside of me she will always
by my immortality.
September 18, 2003
It's like magic that reminds me to stay alive.
Every time I get trapped by the sacredness
of her smile, It's like eternal daylight that never welcomes the night.
Every time I listen to the tune of her voice,
It's like cleansing my soul
embracing a huge sacrifice to conquer the real purpose of love as
the ultimate prize.
Every time I see her alone,
It's like singing my favorite song
connecting the strings of my heart
to the rhyme of a sacred poem.
And every time I think of her deeply,
I feel like I am being dragged
into another kind of consciousness experiencing
a timeless bliss, enchanted by the wholeness of her beauty
that makes me say, for ever deep inside of me she will always
by my immortality.
September 18, 2003
The Day He Closed His Eyes
Laughter faded away
I never wanted to breathe.
the world was so empty,
my faith was torn apart.
cups filled with my tears,
vision of loneliness from
the silence of the night.
I heard the roar of my anger
inside of me.
I figured it out and paused,
but all I saw was the end.
I couldn't rewind the time
I wish these were part of my dreams,
a sad song I often sing.
The sun then rose
but the day was dry.
the flowers were thirsty
when they saw the signs of his goodbye.
Life is full of pain
the fruit of the earth is gone,
my music was out of tune, the birds never sung
but the hymns of his story were there to play.
He gave us names, recognized by others.
we could have eaten grass, we could have
eaten dust, we used to walk barefoot but
now we're wearing shoes because of him.
Staring at his photograph, memories from the past
blazing across the sky, people were amazed, children were
loved, a blissful thing that brought us to eternity, it was a banquet
for all of us.
And now he is not existing, my future is becoming
an illusion.
It is stuck with dreads and is tied up by the rope of
my vexations.
Why did He took him?
these words I often say, happy moments are now
deformed like a clay.
I wish I could be with him tomorrow, that's what
I always pray.
I am tormented with these things,
waiting what's going to come through the pages of my life.
Soon the day will come, I will hear the cry of my child.
The wounds of my pain, will start falling out through
the door of my veins.
His face will shine as I begin to remember the wisdom
he had shared.
To know the reason why, the day he closed his eyes.
FOR Bro. Norbert Binder, O.F.M.
1920 to 1999
I never wanted to breathe.
the world was so empty,
my faith was torn apart.
cups filled with my tears,
vision of loneliness from
the silence of the night.
I heard the roar of my anger
inside of me.
I figured it out and paused,
but all I saw was the end.
I couldn't rewind the time
I wish these were part of my dreams,
a sad song I often sing.
The sun then rose
but the day was dry.
the flowers were thirsty
when they saw the signs of his goodbye.
Life is full of pain
the fruit of the earth is gone,
my music was out of tune, the birds never sung
but the hymns of his story were there to play.
He gave us names, recognized by others.
we could have eaten grass, we could have
eaten dust, we used to walk barefoot but
now we're wearing shoes because of him.
Staring at his photograph, memories from the past
blazing across the sky, people were amazed, children were
loved, a blissful thing that brought us to eternity, it was a banquet
for all of us.
And now he is not existing, my future is becoming
an illusion.
It is stuck with dreads and is tied up by the rope of
my vexations.
Why did He took him?
these words I often say, happy moments are now
deformed like a clay.
I wish I could be with him tomorrow, that's what
I always pray.
I am tormented with these things,
waiting what's going to come through the pages of my life.
Soon the day will come, I will hear the cry of my child.
The wounds of my pain, will start falling out through
the door of my veins.
His face will shine as I begin to remember the wisdom
he had shared.
To know the reason why, the day he closed his eyes.
FOR Bro. Norbert Binder, O.F.M.
1920 to 1999
JUST ME
From my deepest imaginations
I've become the genius, the paranoid,
and the dull.
From my options,
I've become the optimist and the pessimist.
From my toughest decisions,
I've become the winner and the loser.
From my attitude,
I've become the trustworthy and the liar.
From my sensitivity,
I've become the lover and the hater.
From my desires,
I've become the master and the slave.
From my curiosities,
I've become the explorer and the revealer.
From my laughter,
I've become the happy and the lonely.
From my darkest frustrations,
I've become the strong and the weak.
From my fears,
I've become the brave and the coward.
From my insomnia,
I've become the insomniac, the silent scream
of my own mind and a "day sleeper".
From the echo of my whistle,
I've become the music, the song, and the singer.
From my wrath,
I've become the violent and the peace maker.
From my trials,
I've become the "cross", the teacher, and the victim.
From my sins,
I've become the fighter of good and evil.
From my stupidity,
I've become the pain in my own ass.
From my inferiorities,
I've become the artist, and the ordinary man.
From my beliefs,
I've become the sacred and was judged.
From my principles,
I've become the friend and the enemy.
From my humility,
I've become the accused and the innocent.
From my pride,
I've become the mighty unreachable.
From my education,
I've become the decent and the indecent.
From my conscience,
I've become a true human and a christian.
From my religion,
I've become the faithful and the doubtful.
From my gifts,
I've become the known and the unknown.
And from these words,
I've become "one" with everything that exists.
On the eve of January 10th 2003 at around 10:00 ended at 1:20 dawn, January 11th.
I've become the genius, the paranoid,
and the dull.
From my options,
I've become the optimist and the pessimist.
From my toughest decisions,
I've become the winner and the loser.
From my attitude,
I've become the trustworthy and the liar.
From my sensitivity,
I've become the lover and the hater.
From my desires,
I've become the master and the slave.
From my curiosities,
I've become the explorer and the revealer.
From my laughter,
I've become the happy and the lonely.
From my darkest frustrations,
I've become the strong and the weak.
From my fears,
I've become the brave and the coward.
From my insomnia,
I've become the insomniac, the silent scream
of my own mind and a "day sleeper".
From the echo of my whistle,
I've become the music, the song, and the singer.
From my wrath,
I've become the violent and the peace maker.
From my trials,
I've become the "cross", the teacher, and the victim.
From my sins,
I've become the fighter of good and evil.
From my stupidity,
I've become the pain in my own ass.
From my inferiorities,
I've become the artist, and the ordinary man.
From my beliefs,
I've become the sacred and was judged.
From my principles,
I've become the friend and the enemy.
From my humility,
I've become the accused and the innocent.
From my pride,
I've become the mighty unreachable.
From my education,
I've become the decent and the indecent.
From my conscience,
I've become a true human and a christian.
From my religion,
I've become the faithful and the doubtful.
From my gifts,
I've become the known and the unknown.
And from these words,
I've become "one" with everything that exists.
On the eve of January 10th 2003 at around 10:00 ended at 1:20 dawn, January 11th.
HEAVEN
Are you just floating in
the paradise of my dreams,
pretending to vanquish
the poison of my angst
gone in an instant
everytime I see the rising
of the sun?
Are you only in the heart
of the immortals and
in the soul of the sacred ones,
challenging my humility
to do the same
answering the question of cruelty
to subdue the purpose of eternity?
Are you the reason of my journey,
the purpose of my birth, and the
vision of my fate
everytime I taste the bitterness
of this world?
Are you only in the abyss of my imagination,
haunting the questions of my confusion
where answers have been hidden
for the sake of the Creator's reason?
Are you really the promise and the nirvana of
my life, that will soon cover the existence of pain
where peace and bliss will forever reign?
When will you heal these wounds,
these dreads, these bruises and these shreds?
When will I get the answers and satisfaction
from these questions and confusion?
When will I feel the comfort of my humility
to get rid of these oppressions?
When will I lick the sweetness of passion
to quench the unexplainable purpose of my birth
and the unequal circumstances of my fate?
Tell me, are you just floating in the paradise of my dreams?
Oh, heaven! I wish I could see you soon and answer my questions.
When will I stop dreaming and craving for these eternal dreams?
JUNE 2003
IN THE ABYSS OF MY CONFUSION
the paradise of my dreams,
pretending to vanquish
the poison of my angst
gone in an instant
everytime I see the rising
of the sun?
Are you only in the heart
of the immortals and
in the soul of the sacred ones,
challenging my humility
to do the same
answering the question of cruelty
to subdue the purpose of eternity?
Are you the reason of my journey,
the purpose of my birth, and the
vision of my fate
everytime I taste the bitterness
of this world?
Are you only in the abyss of my imagination,
haunting the questions of my confusion
where answers have been hidden
for the sake of the Creator's reason?
Are you really the promise and the nirvana of
my life, that will soon cover the existence of pain
where peace and bliss will forever reign?
When will you heal these wounds,
these dreads, these bruises and these shreds?
When will I get the answers and satisfaction
from these questions and confusion?
When will I feel the comfort of my humility
to get rid of these oppressions?
When will I lick the sweetness of passion
to quench the unexplainable purpose of my birth
and the unequal circumstances of my fate?
Tell me, are you just floating in the paradise of my dreams?
Oh, heaven! I wish I could see you soon and answer my questions.
When will I stop dreaming and craving for these eternal dreams?
JUNE 2003
IN THE ABYSS OF MY CONFUSION
HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT LIFE LATELY?
Drinking coffee, staring at the sunrise, and reading the newspaper every time I wake up in the morning drags me to explore deeper about the little and the heavy things about what's happening in the cosmic life these days, where confusions and questions float inside my head like nobody gives a damn of what is left behind the broken past and what is about to be healed today and tomorrow.
You see a mother walking in the street with nine kids, you see a battalion of soldiers passing by with their ammunition in heavy battle gear, you hear gun shots from gangsters pulling their triggers killing the other tribes and busting cops, you see a bunch of narcotic addicts sniffing substances stuck in a rehabilitation center instead of going to school, you see women along dark corners selling their flesh just to get rid of the chain of poverty, you see families begging medicines and a sack of rice, you hear a sick father raping his 10 - year old daughter, you hear politicians with their sentimental speeches and platform amassing great power after buying the votes of the people with a huge smile at the end of the day, and you listen to a soldier's story filling the cups of war without a cause.
You go to a party driving your Ferrari carrying huge cash, meeting a hot chick, getting drunk, sniffing crack cocaine enjoying the coolest trend of the 21st century, while terrible scenarios of life are getting worst. Obviously, you don't recognize those scenarios because of your fancy lifestyle, though you are aware about it, but extremely you are not conscious about it.
Getting a grip of these stuff, makes me wonder if some one out there is thinking exactly what I'm thinking, not necessarily to be concerned about it, but to examine closely the outcome of a particular lifestyle with its effect behind the scenes of the horrible facts of life. Media has a great role with messing around our lifestyles blinded by its phony influence. "Who cares if a 10- year old girl gets raped and killed by her own sick dad?" a worldly man drowned by his worldly desires definitely does not care about this horrible animalistic act.
Is life all about party stuff? Is life all about getting high? Is life all about having huge fresh cash? Is life all about wearing expensive fashionable clothes? Is life all about having an expensive dazzling Ferrari? Is life all about sex? Can any one give me a break about this fancy perception that really doesn't make sense in the ultimate cosmic life?
Dr. Ron Jenson with his book "Make a Life not just a Living" really inspires me to have a deep sense of motivation and perspective through out the whole aspects of life. What really inspires me in that book is that he featured a thought about life from one of the authors that also inspired him, Harold Kushner saying, "Life is not about amassing wealth, reading great books, or having great power. It is about savoring the beauty of the moments that don't last, like the sunsets, the leaves turning color, and the rare true communication". This is what life is all about. Thinking about the small things that don't last and being sensitive to the things around you... Have you ever thought about life lately?
You see a mother walking in the street with nine kids, you see a battalion of soldiers passing by with their ammunition in heavy battle gear, you hear gun shots from gangsters pulling their triggers killing the other tribes and busting cops, you see a bunch of narcotic addicts sniffing substances stuck in a rehabilitation center instead of going to school, you see women along dark corners selling their flesh just to get rid of the chain of poverty, you see families begging medicines and a sack of rice, you hear a sick father raping his 10 - year old daughter, you hear politicians with their sentimental speeches and platform amassing great power after buying the votes of the people with a huge smile at the end of the day, and you listen to a soldier's story filling the cups of war without a cause.
You go to a party driving your Ferrari carrying huge cash, meeting a hot chick, getting drunk, sniffing crack cocaine enjoying the coolest trend of the 21st century, while terrible scenarios of life are getting worst. Obviously, you don't recognize those scenarios because of your fancy lifestyle, though you are aware about it, but extremely you are not conscious about it.
Getting a grip of these stuff, makes me wonder if some one out there is thinking exactly what I'm thinking, not necessarily to be concerned about it, but to examine closely the outcome of a particular lifestyle with its effect behind the scenes of the horrible facts of life. Media has a great role with messing around our lifestyles blinded by its phony influence. "Who cares if a 10- year old girl gets raped and killed by her own sick dad?" a worldly man drowned by his worldly desires definitely does not care about this horrible animalistic act.
Is life all about party stuff? Is life all about getting high? Is life all about having huge fresh cash? Is life all about wearing expensive fashionable clothes? Is life all about having an expensive dazzling Ferrari? Is life all about sex? Can any one give me a break about this fancy perception that really doesn't make sense in the ultimate cosmic life?
Dr. Ron Jenson with his book "Make a Life not just a Living" really inspires me to have a deep sense of motivation and perspective through out the whole aspects of life. What really inspires me in that book is that he featured a thought about life from one of the authors that also inspired him, Harold Kushner saying, "Life is not about amassing wealth, reading great books, or having great power. It is about savoring the beauty of the moments that don't last, like the sunsets, the leaves turning color, and the rare true communication". This is what life is all about. Thinking about the small things that don't last and being sensitive to the things around you... Have you ever thought about life lately?
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