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to be vulnerable and to be human. these two have been the guiding principles of my life. along the path and the pathlessness, the former has been swept away by so many reasons. yes, vulnerability has been denied and evaded by this heart in some events. if i come to think about it, a little of fear has saved me from total devastation in some seasons of my life. looking back, being chicken shit is helpful. sometimes.
then again, in such days that i enjoy the comforts of daily life, the usual fondness i profess for the night sky and the simplest of people and the undying urge to suck the marrow out of life, here comes a moment that changes. a point in time that appears to me like a firefly at the end of the woods. imagine the lush, the seeping of warmth between old tree trunks and growing shrubs. imagine the sound of birds, the waltzing of leaves and the glide of morning dew. and at night, darkness does not feel empty. silence does not deafen. you stand alone on this narrow path. then you see from afar this tiny spark. will you walk through and let it dance on your palm or just fall on the ground, sleeping deep for tomorrow you’re still going to wake up in the mystery and the majesty of the woods?
to be human, i have found the passion from the young generation of Filipinos. to be human, i have never given up in my belief for the children and faith in dreams. to be human, i have not feared the lures of titles and superficiality and instead, fought against them in the gentlest means. human, soft, shivering and shiny.
singgit sirkulo art sessions
draw your heart out
story telling under the tree shade
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to be vulnerable, i fall in-love
.this time.
and with that vulnerability comes this music, this sweet old tune that you have never fully understood when you were younger and more coward. and it’s true
i am still a bit scared but as what Chin has told me and i am so happy she did:
You are.
the road is still long and winding. the woods as luscious as i can feel it above my head and under my toes.and if all these fears ebb one day, it’s because after all this tumbling down, there comes this soul that holds you close and tells you: i am born to wish on stars, jump over the waves, run mad— and when i met you, i just knew here you are, another soul that can do all these with me.
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
Hi Tin…
I wish you well on the magical path you are now treading…
As for the other words, they are as magical as you are…
Halong pirme…
Posted by Mark at May 4, 2010, 7:38 pm