oldenew

the darkness fades with the dying night;
the newborn cries with the coming light.
in crystal balls are seen days to be,
today make a mark in history.

almost always the new becomes old; and old things (and people) are often taken granted. may you always appreciate the "new-ness"... of the year, of things and toys, of family and friends, of sorrow and joys.

christmas morn

in the twinkle of lights that may be stars,
in the murmur of voices that may be angels,
in the dark of night that heralds dawn,
in the silence of a heart that dares to dream,

are revealed

a faith that guides through unfamiliar paths,
a hope that strengthens in the depths of despair,
a love that bridges distance and differences,
a peace within that whispers, "wake!"

may you have the grace to realize that you are blessed.

"someday"

sometimes, somedays don't come.
and the dreams of a future we dreamed yesterday
become the dreams of what could have been today;
i do not want to live a life of could-have-beens.



(epiphany 03jun08)

epolsos

sa pagtatapos nagsisimula
ang paglimot ng pagmamahal.
naghihintay,
maghihintay...

sa pagpanaw ng lumbay,
sa pagpawi ng buhay,
sa katapusan ng kahapon,
hanggang ang bukas ay ngayon.



(epiphany 15may08... epekto ng pagpupuyat at pagtetext hanggang madaling araw. hanapin na lamang ang ibig sabihin ng "applesauce" dahil ito'y tugmang tugma sa naisulat.)

dumaluan

sa bawat pag halik ng alon sa pisngi ng dalampasigan, dinig mo ba ang hinagpis ng pusong pagod nang maglakbay? dama mo pa ba ang haplos ng alaala ng dumaang kalungkutan? at handa ka na bang muling mabuhay sa mundong minsan akala mo'y nawalan na ng sayasay?



(epiphany 05may08)

in waking's wake

are daybreak’s dewdrops
morning mist melting singed by sunshining?
or a toddler’s tears trickling at dawn-dream’s dying?


(epiphany 19mar08)

ephemeros

the mind fails; the heart forgets.
memory fades.

that is why beauty,
in its shape-shifting uniqueness,
must be chased and cornered and captured at the crossroads of circumstance and coincidence
at first chance...







because the first chance may be the only chance.

and though what is held captive is but a shadow of beauty,
an echo of perfection,
it will linger—
like the words and melody of a song last heard—
not forever, perhaps,
but longer than morning mist and memory.

(captured 13mar08 at 5:43, 5:52, 5:58, 6:06, 6:11; and 5:44)
(epiphany 17mar08)