Saturday, December 31, 2011

The songbird

It creaked! It squeaked! It screeched!
The rusting joint of a door? The waving sheet of a roof? 
Day one! Day two! Day three! Ah ha! The shrill of a bird!
The sound! The voice! The cry! A song! A friend! A family to me! 
But, suddenly, it stopped!, it stilled!, it's gone! 
Little jungle was home to her, but little jungle is little jungle no more. 
One man, two men, three men, slashed tall and tiny spiky green grass! 
Freshness is dryness: garden is desert!
A month passed, and another! Desert, once again, is garden!  
And I am hearing it again! 
The sound! The voice! The cry! A song! A friend! A family to me! 
Creaking! Squeaking! Screeching! 
The songbird is nesting midst of spiky green grass!

Friday, December 30, 2011

Palm of the Hand

If your problem is as big as the ship, know you have a God wider than the ocean, even wider than the limitless Universe so that Vast Space revolves only in the Palm of His Hand.

Thursday, December 29, 2011


A vessel can only be filled when it is empty. Once filled, it lets itself be used and flows its fill through other vessels, likewise emptied and open. But, sometimes, the vessel forgets and becomes a vessel of staleness. But the Source of Creativity and Enlightenment reminds that to be re-filled from Its Fount, the vessel must go through a never-ending process of self-emptying.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Leveled mountain

The greatness of a mountain stood in a big city by the sea.
Between the mountain and the seas, a man saw himself standing.
A blink of an eye and the mountain flattened. A bulldozer and a driver leveled it down.
No more mountain in his eyes, he could see the other side.
He turned his face to the seas and it became as crystal.
Candy wrappers of five or less and old wood of sun-dried fragments were afloat on only little surface.
And in the deepness of the seas, he saw the soul of a mother swimming like a dolphin in the speed of a bullet - jubilant - frolicking - spirited - but joy was unwritten on her face.
A mountain of struggle no more, a sea of almost perfect pureness, and a time of great rejoicing and peace.
But the soul aches for life beyond earth.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Dessert of the soul

Abandonment is a real desert, it pains you both interiorly and exteriorly: you are left all alone by those whom you think love you unconditionally, even Love Itself, God. A true test of faith! But when we find ourselves in such a situation, run immediately to your oasis: TRUST IN THE LORD! For, He knows what He is doing and He knows what He is about. And when we are through in this experience, we come to realize it is not a desert after all, but a dessert of the soul.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Joy amidst desert

Green is the color of a 'new beginning;' and pink, of gladness while lotus symbolizes spirituality. Spiritual joy or gift is born out of sufferings, trials or desert experiences. If you were experiencing such, be of good courage, rejoice, for gifts of the Holy Spirit are being processed within you. May you be divinely comforted in your spiritual desert at the moment and rest in this oasis of realization.

Monday, December 12, 2011

'Fish-tival': Abundance of the sea

'Fish-tival' is festival of fish. 'Fish day,' similarly, is 'feast day' of the abundance of the fish. Everyone has enough from the abundance of the sea. Today is 12th day of December, the 12th month of the year! And '12' is the number of abundance, a 'superabundant number,' in fact. Any significance to the coming year, 2012? A year of superabundance?

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Standing on a way out

When problems press on you from all sides, from within and from without, lift up your eyes to Heaven; and, as you do, a way out is given, even without you noticing it as you are already standing on it. You have gone this far in your life and through many similar circumstances. Trust, it will evaporate like a mist -- resolved yet unnoticed!

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Heart on the pavement

We know not what love is -- until Love Itself touches us.

When we realize we are loved, we begin the journey to share this Love that we, Its monstrance, are filled of.

But the road is not easy, the world is taught to hate what is lovely;

And question the motive behind those who try to love unconditionally.

We go on loving despite mockery and opposition.

It is full of thorns -- but thorns are part of loving.

Yet the fruits of love we begin to pick up, to love we never give up.

And the world will know the Love within us is but true.

Friday, December 02, 2011

Fish right

A bait, a hook and a nylon are simple fishing tools that a young man used for a catch to meet the day's need. Is this the right way of living -- living one day at a time? Living for the future is living present day in a haste which deprives us of happiness. To desire more in life is a temptation to resort to illegal practices that not only hurt us but the ecosystem as well.