Changing Places

I'm soon to leave this blog - and delete this as well - as I get my posts in here that are worthy to keep (for my compilation of literary works). Also my all-time favorite blog (my first), the one I've entitled Codes of the Reincarnated Warrior.

I already have a new one. My blog where I am going to be at for a lifetime. :)

Isang Liriko ng Pusong Bigo

ni: Jamelle Ann Catapusan At Jett Obejas

Sa bawat simbolo, letra at salita,
may kwentong nakakubli.
At sa bawat kwentong nakakubli,
may buhay na nabubuo.

Mga tala na kumikislap
at mga ulap na umaagos
sa sayaw ng hanging amihan.
Ang ihip ng hangin ay buhay sa atin.

Ihip ng hangin na malamig
- hanggang sa lamig ay mamimilipit.
Maghahanap ng bisig na kakapit.
Kasindilim ng langit ang damdaming sakdal-pait.

Ibaon mo sa bulalakaw
ang hangad mong kumabila,
bitawan ang buhay na pinaka-iingatan,
walang mas nakasasabik sa kalabit ng kamatayan.

May pusong nag-uumapaw sa ligaya,
at may damdaming namimighati.

Katapusan ang kinukubling kwento
ng huling tuldok sa salita.

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Constructed out of connected lines of responses of Jamelle and Jett, from my Facebook status "Sa bawat simbolo, letra at salita, may kwentong nakakubli."

God's Speedy Response

From a God of possibilities, a God of answers.

Partly diminishing the stains of doubt in my heart, I have chanced upon Nicolai's blog (through Julie's link in "My Followers'" option) which spoke of these words of strength:

when you decide about something, you think about it.
dont haste, stand up on your decision.
be firm and dont let any words from other mouths serenade, tempt or bring you down.
you are decided, go for it!

Truly, God speaks to us in various ways.

Because your essence is amongst my greatest loves

Dear Blogger,

My heart leaped in joy when I saw you again. Truly, your essence is amongst my greatest loves. There have been so many good words and great thoughts that could have been written in the one and a half-month that I haven't kept in touch with you. But I have been hesitant to jot it down. I'm sorry with myself. I can't explain: I wanted to write, but I just could not.

In the meantime, my heart is divided into two junctures: on the right are veins filled with dreams, hope, love and faith; on the other are capillaries of fear, anger and frustration. In simple terms, I know what I want, but I am just not sure how I could get there. You now what I am talking about - I have been sharing thoughts with you since I started writing sensibly, above all, since I started dreaming wild and big.

Truly, we have a BIG GOD who has always been generous in answering prayers and giving omens to wake us up from false dreams to real ones. And He has just spoken to me last night - and in the weeks that passed - by way of both important and new people. Thank Him for the hope and the Dream that He has planted in my heart. But human frailty strikes again; and now, I am again feeling a dint of fear in my heart.

I want to conquer this fear like a man achieving his dream of climbing to the crest of Mount Everest. I have already spotted my mountain from afar; nonetheless, where I am now, I could not vividly see a clear path to the site where the mountain is.

But I shall do so. And you will always be with me, as I have been with you.

Because, dear blogger, your essence is amongst my greatest loves. And, I guess, a path of petals leading to my mountain: conquering my fear, relinquishing the left portion of my heart filled by anger and frustration.

A day will come when thou shall be important in the list of reads by people.

That is why my heart leaped in joy when I saw you again.

Loving you for the privacy and the passion that is injected onto me,

jamellean