Poetic Doses: 301 to 330

#RayaBlabbers #365DaysOfPoetry

301

In awe, I watched the landscape
Shifting shades and color
At the whim of the clouds' merry dance.


302

Are we not all mere shadows
As fleeting as the Sun's rising and setting;
Not unlike its beauty
Yet more meaningful than its design.


303

I have weathered endless storms
And countless seasons;
I stand tall and proud with my scars,
My eyes fixed and unwavering towards the sun.


304

Up here, from where I stand,
All things are beautiful and grand;
Yet my heart still longs
For the beauty that is home.


305

I am
So close I can touoch you
But you are
Lightyears away from me.


306

Going with flow;
Flowing where I'll go.


307

Eyes glazed over
Numbed and unmoving
But I was there ...
All of me;
And I was screaming
For you
As you turned your eyes
And walked away.


308

In the Garden
All was still
With unseen eyes
All things watched me.


309

It is here
Underneath the pale light
My soul cradled hers
As she breathed her soul to me
Counting her scrars
That number as the stars
And I
I loved each one.

here
Underneath the pale light
My soul bowed to hers
In honor
As her soul shone
Brighter than the stars
With the beauty and strength
Of her thousand scars.


310

It is a good day
To find the road
That leads me
Back to you.


311

Meow world
Meow rules
Meow definition of success.


312

When I feel small
In the face of trouble
I stand tall
Knowing You are invincible.


313

Life is a series of resets and do-overs;
Every now and then,
Take a pause and press that button.
Recalibrate.
Then start again.


314

This endless field
Of amber dreams
Muted and pale
Against a glimpse of you.


315

Art appreciation
Is much easier than people;
What you see is what you see;
What you feel is what you feel;
There is no wrong or right,
No one hurtful or hurting.
If only there were subtexts
To conversations
And cheatsheets or code breakers
To relationships;
How much simpler
And happier
Life
Would be.


316

Different shores
The same moom
Different lives
The same heart

May the moon shine upon
The waters that lead to you.


317

That I might see
The beauty in me
Beyond the mirror
And the rumor.


318

Wake me from the stupor
Of procrastination;
That I might set on fire
The dreams I sleep to see.


319

Here's to one day burning the midnight oil
To light my life with passions on fire.


320

They flutter gently
Through time and space
And one by one
They fall
without a word
Nor any fuss
Like leaves
At Autumn's door.
The ones we love
And love us true
Fall softly
To deafening silence.


321

I am not dead
Merely sleeping
See, upon Winter
I lay my head
Till I awaken
To Spring morning.


322

I am, to you,
No more than mere earth
Heavy
Inconsequential;
And, yet, I have wings
Strong and in good form.
What heights I could've taken you
If only you took a chance on me.


323

There you go
Swiftly passing by
Without a word
Or thought
Of the me
Reaching after you.


324

That to everyone around me
And at every instance
I might reflect
The true beauty of Your grace
And the boundless capacity
Of Your heart.


325

I am ready
To feel
The rush of wind
Against my face
My heart racing
Wildly against my chest
Take me on
A new high
As my feet remain
Planted firmly on solid ground.


326

Up there the air grows thin.
Remember to stop and take a breath.


327

Life takes us through journeys of a lifetime
That last in a single breath, fading in a blink;
The morning comes and it is only a whisper
But the memory and the scars remain.


328

There is comfort in the freedom of our togetherness.


329

The fear is not in committing
It is in that I can and want to

But you don't (and won't).


330

In a small corner of my heart
I know
You will wake without me
My scent lingering for only a second
And you will be fine.
So will I.

The words I long to say
And hear
Caught between my throat
And the echoes in my heart
And you will be fine.
So will I.

Poetic Doses: 277 to 300

#RayaBlabbers #365DaysOfPoetry

277

She walks with a confident nonchalance,
Without any regard on how she looks,
Sparing not even a bored thought on what people say;

But she stands tall on her beliefs,
And waits on no one to effect change;
She ha a level head between her shoulders
And wears her heart on her sleeves;
She is a compelling character
And she compels everyone;
Easily moved, she is a mover of mountains.

She is Woman.


278

There it is, safely stored
in the treasury of my heart
That moment
That space in time
When our worlds collided
And our souls touched
My heart blossoming
A lingering smile upon my lips.


279

Caught up in the wonder
Of all that surround me
I fail to see what I seek
Has been right in front of me.


280

"Walang Hanggan" - a lyrical poetry that grabas at the heart and squeezes to the final teardrop.
(Hormones and the night - very bad mix for the solitary)


281

Peace, often,
Is not the absence of conflict,
Sometimes
It is the decision to walk away.


282

Wherever its humble beginnings
Whether fertile soil or a mere crack on a rock,
Life (and Love) thrives where it is nourished ... consistently.


283

We are an army of faceless warm bodies
Bravely soldiering on to martyrdom
For a profoundly vague yet popular cause
That promises an illusion of importance
Then seeps us dry of life and time
Amidst the roar of an amplified mechanical applause.


284

Lost
In the tangled mess
Of my mind's
Whys, whens and wheres;

Lost
In the unraveled beauty
Of the slowly emerging
Who.


285

Filling your love tank with little quiet moments with a loved one, can help put things into the right perspective and sustain you for the daily grind.


286

Sometimes Life throws a curve ball;
And sometimes it just steps on the breaks.
Life and time are finite;
Made of tiny moments,
Seconds stringed together
Or infinite moments lived fully.

Your choice.
(Bowing my head for a life snuffed  in a blink).


287

Often I feel His love making a way for me ...
Even when I do not see it.


288

I cannot walk in your shoes before you do
And prepare the way for you;
But I can prepare you for the walk
And the shoes you will wear;
And I promise to walk with you
As far as my shoes can take me.


289

Clear skies
Placid waters
Peaceful heart

Something beautiful is unfolding.


290

It doesn't matter,
The twists and turns;
The river flows
To its only home;
You are my ocean
And I am coming home.


291

It's a beautiful magical place,
The sanctuary of a soul,
To touch the secret dreams
And cradle the vulnerabilities;
To feel th throbbing
Of silenced desires;
And hear the whispers
Of a song trapped in chambers.

It's a beautiful magical place,
The sanctuary of a soul,
Behold in reverence.
And take nothing as you leave.


292

I have set my roots
firmly
upon a hope
a childish dream;
while you spoke plainly
and loved ironically;
then
leave.

And I ...
I am still here.


293

Hope is as fleeting as your faith;
Yet as constant and accessible as His love.
(Hang in there).

***

From here I glimpse
Fleeting dreams
And silent screams.


294

In the rush, we miss the many wonders life holds --
the beauty of morning dew on an intricate cobweb;
or the calming steady breath of someone we love,
asleep beside us.


295

I am neither here nor there,
Merely floating in time and space;
I am a ghost that haunts this shell,
Nonexistent now, yesterday and tomorrow;
And, yet, I dream
Eternally of only you.


296

And if you peel ever so gently
You will find me here
The child you thought
You've grown out of;
The dreams and hopes
You hold so guardedly
But never knew
Having never taken flight.


297

In this clean sterile place
Is emptiness
In the wake of your chaos
Is Life's eternal sleep.


298

Makeshift beds
For restless hearts
A brief respite
From the noise outside.


299

Shelter me from my storms
That in your embrace
I find peace
In my own true form.


300

I dream in vivid color
All things I hope for;
Then in black and white
All the fears that haunt me;
And then I find
The Me emerging in between.

KAPAYAPAAN: A Weekend About Peace (Part 2 - My Son's Hike #2)

(Side Note:  I come home from a business trip teeming with stories to share.  Then, I open my blog to realize, that I have yet to finish Part 2 of the "Kapayapaan Weekend". Shoots!)

September 30th was the schedule for our Mt. Hapunang Banoi hike, which my son was joining.  It was his 2nd hike after his graduation hike at Mt. Ayaas.  The night before the hike, he asked me what was the mountain's difficulty rating.  I said it was an easy 2.  And I believed that with my whole heart ... promise!

Hike day came and the trail guide gave us an overview, starting off with, "This is a rated 4 mountain in terms of trail difficulty ..."  At which point my son looked at me from across our little circle and exclaimed, "Mom, you lied!"  Needless to say, that was all the group needed for a good ice breaker.

The trek, although rated 4, was a technical hike.  It tested my son's perseverance and stretched his frustration threshold --- which is one of my objectives for taking him with me.  The second is to train him and build his self-confidence in terms of his balance.  The 3rd, and most important objective, is to bond with him over something we can both enjoy.


The trek met all 3 objectives, but not without a significant amount of grunting, whining and cramping from my son.  But I am grateful to have the unwavering support of everyone in our hike group, especially my hike buddy, my sister and our favorite sweeper, Matt.  They showed tremendous tolerance and patience for my son and boosted his morale with loads of encouragements, good humor and cheer.











At the summit, while my son clung for dear life atop one of the rugged rocks, he said to me, "Mom, this weekend was all about peace." 
"How so?"
"Yesterday was #Peacified which is peace with all people.  Today is peace with nature."
I smiled proudly at him, lost for words.
"Thank you, Mom.  This is worth it,"  he adds, while enjoying the breathtaking view.
(Heartmelt!)








What made me most proud, however, were the moments when I would offer a hand and he would tell me, "Mom, I'm trying to figure it out by myself.  I can do this. Please let me."  (Side story:  I was tickled at the thought that I told my Papa something similar when he was teaching me how to parallel park).  I worried that letting my son take his time would significantly slow us down, but I realized how important it was for him to learn this.  So, I let him maneuver the trail on his own with me, my hike buddy and our sweeper strategically positioned to ensure we can support him when needed.  It gave my son a sense of fulfillment and definitely increased his self-confidence. 

At the jump off point, he said, "Mom, I am so tired.  It's so hard, but it's worth it.  I'm happy. I can tell Teacher Yssa and my classmates about it!"

Indeed, it was worth it!

AND we made it back to the jump off point well ahead of the target time.