The first few times you do somebody a favour,
You are being sweet,
Soon you'l be misused and called a fool,
If you let it consistently repeat.
Blessed are those of us who are willing to embrace the freedom to be unapologetically who we are and without being required to be anything loss or anything more.
No validation needed, no judgement, just full liberation, contentment, comfort and stable security to just be...
to be proud of who we are, manifesting our truth in the skin we’re in.
Now that, my friends, is where the true essence of unadulterated, raw power lies and it gives us the incredible ability to shine from our spiritual soul, a light brighter than sun from within for the whole wide world to witness.
Show me your sun!
In a dark room, with no windows or doors, you brought in enough light to awaken me.
How you respond to a situation is a reflection of your character, and not of those involved.
Tenacious egos, pacing thoughts,
Brawling emotions, iffy repercussions,
Fondness refutes, animosity concedes,
Reservations flood, resentment flares,
Time dawdles, breathe abates,
Words fumbles, vision blurs
Heart pounds, knees trembles,
Chills pass through the spine, palms sweat,
Tears gasps, mouth dries,
Senses paralyzed, motions paused
Verdict hangs in by the thread.
Realisation hits so hard.
Threatening my sole solance.
One move, is all that is needed to end this.
Yet I hang on to the same , over and over
Suffocating the sobriety that is left within.
Where the man has flaged up moon, we humans still on earth lack that victorified sense of freedom. You might be wondering why did I use the astronaut stamp! The answer lies in the letter.
We say we have grown up, the world is changing, it's people too, but in what sense? For us, freedom is just getting freed from dominance of others, but is that the real meaning?
Just think about it. For some freedom would mean free from any boundaries during teenage, for some it might be equal opportunities, for the some it might be living life as per their wishes and the list goes on. But in real sense it's the autonomy, liberalisation and independency from evil thoughts, actions and unjust feelings. F...
To the call
Of the wind
And within it
You may just find
#Listen #JuneInspiration #DailyPrompts
I lay my worries to rest after the tempest,
After the catastrophe has passed by
And failed miserably to captivate me in the labyrinthine of its commotion.
For I let the silence before the thunder sink in,
And yet found solace in the quieter silence that follows the peaceful snow.
Frozen, yet the warmest. The most silent.
I scream to mama of terrors that
lies in my chest, circling
my heart w/ every th-thump
that awakens me...
I never knew the strength of
the darkness, & as I grow, my
Independence became the source
I was meant
to smother when the flames
threaten to reign.
Today is The Independence Day! Our Philippines is love and peace in one island of the country. Happy 120th Anniversary! Mabuhay!
#nowork #regularholiday #independenceday #philippines
I found a moment
Lost and forlorn on the ground,
A shiny something half-buried beneath the dirt,
Waiting for the light
To hit it just right
And catch the eyes of a passerby;
How lucky am I?
It found me
On my stroll today.
It's 3 am. I'm up this early again. I fell asleep at 9:30 pm last night when I was half way through the rosary I suppose. I don't remember. It's only a month ago I learnt to say the rosary properly. We human beings seek the Lord's assistance only when we get lost. We don't need Him when everything is fine. As a kid I hated going to church. While everyone else sat there praying, I would wonder what the hell is going on? Who are these people praying to? Oh I still wonder about that when I see the chairs in the front row in church are reserved for the elite class (though it's not explicit). Ironically, the priest who delivers sermon keeps reminding us that, in the eyes of the Lord, everyone is ...
When i think , what happen when we die.
Our spirit is looking at its own body like a kid is watching a moon, just like he wants to catch it but he can't.
What happens when your spirit look those people whom you love alot like your family and your partner are removing your thoughts from their mind and heart. How it will feel when you see those people who was your life now wanted to forget you.
Same feeling you can feel while you are alive.
it feels when you hurt your love and you can't make it right again. And you are watching that person is going to remover you from his/her life just like you are dead now.
😔 Never ever hurt anybody , if it happend because of you say sorry to your love and ...
Be an artist,
Be a lover,
Be warm hearted,
Be nice to people,
Be a part of something,
Be kind hearted,
Be in a g...
Isn't so predictable
Isn't music; though I plug in buds and see her face
Isn't dancing; though she curves as my strings follow
Isn't lust; though she sips out the skins of life
Isn't love; though she leaves what remains then and throughout
Isn't body; though I disappear behind my own self
Isn't touch ; though I breathe (on her) as if only she as air remains
Isn't gaze; though eyes bleed but deny a fancy away
Isn't death; she stabs me , I stab me through her again
Isn't reality; she smirks and dripples apart
Again in that untouched glass of wine
Epic Mistake #5,372 that I made on purpose. ..
I mess up a lot. I'm not talking about little, unnoticeable flubs either; I'm talking all out spectacles to behold.... Epic stuff that legends are made of. But here is a secret that few people know- I make a lot of them on purpose. That's right!! My goal is to make as many mistakes as rapidly as I can, so I can learn as much as possible from them (even if it takes 5,372 to get there ). That's because I'm never, ever ashamed to find the error of my ways or the faults of my understanding. That's because I believe that mistakes, both big and small are not failures unless I fail to learn from them. They are simply steppingst...
Peace on earth and to the country
where i was born
The Philippines , my native land
which i call home
So young I've seen Filipino people
fighting here and there,
Our own flesh and blood, as if
no one ever care.
A child's plea , a peaceful place
we wanted to live and see,
Unfortunate citizens ,poor beggars begging
on their knee
Nothing to spare , plus wars here
Listen to our cries , hoping our government knows what is fair
Justice to all, rich or poor Filipino
living in our native lands,
Corrupt officials with wide
Poverty is the main reason
why people fight and die
A land for us Filipinos,
we, children of tomorrow
«Cuenta la leyenda que un hilo rojo invisible conecta a aquellos que están destinados a encontrarse a pesar del tiempo o del lugar. El hilo puede tensarse o enredarse, pero nunca podrá romperse».
Aunque sientan que lo han perdido todo, lo juro. Se volverán a encontrar.
Society is the devil,
We are a horde of,
Made to believe that
We are sheep.
We have blinders on,
Are told they protect
From the unknown.
So, straight we walk,
Following our nose,
Stepping on each others' toes.
When our wings twitch,
The devil sees, and,
Tells the story of Black Sheep.
One who was full of mischief,
One who fell in the ditch,
And died skin deep in filth.