Writing True

Breathing

What are you good at?

With decades of living

How can I not master the art of breathing?

Minutes of forgetting it

Means resting in peace eternally.

For now, inhale, exhale—

That’s my thing,

The most important thing.

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I can’t take it literally

What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

Because if I do, I’d end up being materialistic—

And I don’t like that.

Therefore, to me “having it all” means

What I have in hands already;

What I have accomplished thus far;

My family and friends,

My work and coworkers—

They are that “all”

For which I am so grateful.

Likewise, my blogs,

I am thankful for having them

For giving me the platform:

To air my voice,

Share my perspective and creativity,

Sometimes I can’t help thinking that happiness is just a fantasy,

which makes contentment a reality.

Writing True

You, WordPress Bloggers, You

Who would you like to talk to soon?

For everything you do here—

You’re amazing!

Keep in mind that speaking to the World Wide Web

Is a privilege—cherish it.

Lastly,

You’re creative, brave, and talented—

And I am so proud of you, fellows!

You’re works; You’re words

Are forever shared from generation to generation.

Thrive!

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The Greatest Strength of a Man

. . . is the courage to admit he erred,

and to have the will and determination

to correct his mistake.

And though he cringes

When he’s wrong;

His integrity is solidified

when he accepts and acknowledges

his shortcomings and lapses

Poetry

In this Time Machine

In this time machine,
I only let
two hands
define
who I am.

The long
hauls my struggles,
failures and defeats,
to which
I do contemplate
and sometimes cry–
but only for a moment;
For I don’t dwell
on sorrows.

The short
enraptures joy,
fulfillment and dreams,
to where
I focus
my energy
and the best of me;
for happiness is achieved
when I cherish
what are in hands
and when I hope
for the goods
that are yet to come.

But
no matter
how the long
seems always ahead
of short;
no matter
how they’re going
in a never-ending circle,
and relentless
in catching
one another,
I am
hanging on;

. . . For I know,
they’re always working
for that brand new day
I so, so,
so love
called tomorrow.

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Poetry

Friendship: From Soul to Soul


(This is quite an extensive narrative. Please be mindful of your time. I appreciate your patience. Thank you!)

Hello everyone! I hope you’re safe, healthy, and happy. As for me, though there are challenges here and there, but through the grace of Heaven and Earth, I’m okay. And to God be all the glory!

Friends, allow me to skip poetry and share my sentiments about an English school’s contemplation on forbidding grade schoolers to have best friends. Apparently, the school officials’ theory is to avoid students from getting too close to one while alienating the others.

As a mother of three, it’s the worst thing to hear from a school administration or an institution. If it’s for publicity, kudos! They got the world’s attention. However, I pray those who are involved would realize its true impact to our children.

Because, with due modesty, who are we to engineer our kids’ feelings? We can teach them the acceptable and not in society; We can introduce them to new skills and knowledge; We can help hone their talents and flourish from their passions. We can encourage them to take responsibilities in the family and get in involved in the community. And we can also warn them the pitfalls and hazards of intimacy. However, to restrict them to befriend and or be a best friend to anyone, we’re depriving our children of something very human.

Attestation

I have few close friends. But with the best ones, even with those from toddler days, although we’re approaching our mid-lives and busy raising our families–we remain friends to date. That I may be continent apart from them; but in our humble, mutual gestures, we stay in touch. We remain good friends. Perhaps I am not a great person, nor they’re extraordinary human beings; but we are best-friends. We laugh and cry many times. We hang on to our friendship amid distance, time, even personal differences and challenges–because “that’s what friends are for.”


Here, in blogosphere, I have few friends (zero readers); but they’re all good. Actually, i think they’re the best ones in the planet! They are kind and generous to be with me in every painstaking post trying to eloquent my thoughts and musings, confronting my struggles and longing. They are with me for years and in many times when I feel unworthy (talent wise and reciprocity speaking). I wish, I have better ways to express this deepest gratitude (but thank you Kind Souls).

Regardless, I hope schools would be careful in considering such absurd policy. I strongly suggest John Holt’s (book) How Children Fail on this topic. It’s a bestseller on how institutions’ unnecessary “dos and don’ts” are jeopardizing the growth, development and learning of our children. It’s an Aussie’s cry for true children empowerment.

Finally, my theory on parenting is simple: Our kids are not pets to cage them in boxes. Our utmost role in their lives, is to ensure they have what it takes to be better human beings. Topping the list, for me, is friendship. It is one of the epitomes of humanity. In fact, scientifically, our ancestors have achieved the highest being among human genomes (as evidenced by their largest brains among all) through befriending and caring for one another. Therefore, why deprive our kids of something so human, too noble, very humbling and legendary as friendship? Why not address bullying instead? It’s a true-blooded alienation, a social menace that is long ongoing, too wicked and so rampant in schools.

References


Children Shouldn’t Have Best Friends, Telegraph, 2017.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/educationnews/10031299/Children-shouldnt-have-best-friends-private-school-head-argues.html

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As We Journey Through Life

We build bridges

That enable us

To cross distance,

Making our journey possible.

We build bridges

That would allow us

To cross each other’s path

And a part of each other’s life.

We build bridges

That would let us

To create meaningful relationships,

Which makes our journeys worthwhile.

Lest we don’t burn bridges;

Because the world is too big

And life is so complex

For one to be alone;

And for one to get through it all.

Creative

Where, Where, Where Is He?

Taken @ Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco, California, May 20, 2024

A repost

 

Is it among those sparkling stars above;

something too majestic,

yet too high

for a human heart to reach?

 

Is it down there in the deepest sea,

hiding in corals of paler shades of pearl and deeper moss of green;

or too buried in the hallow salt and pepper sands

that only the bravest could feel?

 

Or is it treacherously hiding

in red-orange and yellow-gold streaks of the horizon,

too blazing

for the wistfully longing she?

 

Or maybe it’s the missing note

to the unfinished melody that she tearfully hums

as the sun goes down,

until her tears run dry
and she falls asleep?

 

But where?

Where,where,

where

is he?

YouTube/5thAvenueTheatre/Oliver! Where Is Love