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Gamitin ang wika nang maayos sa ating kapwa tao.
Maging bahagi sa paghilom ng mundo,
Sa pagtuwid ng hindi tama, sa pagtuklas at pagpabatid kung ano ang totoo.
Category: Poetry
Mindfulness
Everything will be just fine.
Mahika
Nababanaag ko ang sinag ng araw sa dulo ng iyong pilikmata Nararamdaman ang banayad na ihip ng hangin sa tuwing ika’y nakikita Napapangiti sa’yong bawat salita at kuwento Maaari bang patigilin saglit ang mundo para tumitig at makinig sa’yo? Mabilis ang ikot ng mapanghusgang lipunan at mundo Ngunit bahagyang tumitigil dahil sa’yo, oo, sa’yo, Saan…
Poetry and Me
The other day, a younger colleague at work asked if I’m familiar with the poem “Henny Penny” from the elementary textbook. I was surprised at the question. It’s been years since someone asked me about that red hen. She was even more surprised when I recited it from memory, especially that we have a 10-year gap:…
Happy 2024!
This New Year, may you… have at least a full hour for yourself everyday appreciate the sky before it turns gray; do something that makes your heart sing learn something new and tantalizing; read a novel, a book or two get lost in the characters’ world for several minutes too; get immersed in a movie…
Kapurpurawan
Saan ka ba papunta? Ano ang mahalaga? Ihakbang ang mga paa, Isa, dalawa… Tatlo, apat, lima, Basta magpatuloy ka, Dala ang aral at sayá ng nakaraan, Buhay at pagkakataon ng kasalukuyan, At pag-asa at pananalig sa kinabukasan. (Ika-2 ng Disyembre 2023 sa Kapurpurawan Rock Formation sa Burgos, Ilocos Norte. Bahagi ito ng tour na sinalihan…
Calle Crisologo
Takatak ng kalesa, Tawag ng “Sakay na po sila!” Sari-saring paninda, T-syert, bag, ref magnet, empanada, sorbetes, atbp; Mga gusaling sinauna, Napipilas na ang pintura, ngunit may angkin pa ring ganda; Masayang kwentuhan at kodakan, Ng magkakapamilya at magkakaibigan. Halina sa Calle Crisologo, Pumarito at ito ay pasyalan. (Ika-3 ng Disyembre 2023 – Bumisita ako…
Poem on a cold December morning
(Looking outside the window, I see the gray sky and the branches of trees, mostly brown also with brown leaves, slowly swaying with the wind and I hear the sound of lazy rain, with some of the raindrops making a metallic sound as they hit the windowpane. Every now and then, a slight rumble of…
Beyond Routes 