Espasyo

Sa tuwing tinitingnan

ang mga kamay, hindi

maiwasang pansinin

ang puwang sa pagitan

ng mga daliri.

Hindi lang iilang beses

tinanong kung bakit may ganito,

Bakit may espasyo?

Naisip ko tuloy ang tao.

Kahit anong lapit ng loob,

kahit ibahagi ang sugat

na kubkob, mga damdaming

marubdob, kahit ilang

beses makipaglapit—

may maglalayo paring pilit.

Parang tayo.

Kahit nais kong kumapit

sa iyo, prinsipyo nati’y nagtatalo.

Kahit may dahilan

ang paglalapit,

gayundin karami

ang dahilan ng paghihiwalay—

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Pendulum Ruins

I’ve never been so greatly disturbed in my entire life until I learned to favor wayward inquiries about Man and the world with further intrepidity. Just like how everything really came into existence without taking into consideration the unanimous idea that there is a Supreme Being who ventured the creation of Mankind while giving them the freewill to make own decisions and actions to be able to test Man’s fidelity and faith in Him. Why, or should we really have to agree and get used to it out of fear of isolating oneself among the unfurling public conviction that originated basically from the Orthodox principles of old religious doctrines? How about the Evolution Theory that escalated the whole idea of Charles Darwin and the Cosmic Evolution starting from the explosion of matter some 15 to 18 million years ago? How about Miller’s Chemical Evolution and his theory of Spontaneous Generation? How do we justify the latter concepts that followed and generated like the Biological Evolution Theory with the rationalization of the intermediate links? read more

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Here I Love You by Pablo Neruda

My neurons have been hibernating since I last posted a poem here and until now I think the hibernation ain’t over yet.

Anyway, I would like to share this poem from Pablo Neruda, one of the greatest poets who ever lived.

Here I Love You

In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you. read more

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