Tuesday, September 2, 2014

The Invitation

By Oriah 

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Hi, it has been a while.

hi, it has been a while

i want to share something

but i dont know if i can

maybe in october

I cant help but think and wish and hope


that unfailing HOPE

and then it crushes you


Sunday, May 25, 2014

Kroooo kroooo krooooo

What to do?  What to do? 

I have to master each of them again. Touch them, feel them, give them my command. 

Priorities, Vitzka. Priorities. 

Tulog ko muna siguro ito.

Give me pain. Give me shit. Give me love? Anurao?

Exclusivity. Medyo nakakatakot. 

I need a long sleep. A dreamless sleep. 

Good night. 

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Twenty something

Hey, I turned 26 this month. And it wasn't so bad. 

I promised myself  not to make a big fuss about it. It worked.  

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Napanaginipan kita.

Halos lahat gusto ka makita sa panaginip, samantalang ako, ayoko. Eh bigla kang sumulpot nung Biyernes Santo. 

Nakasakay tayo sa isang 4WD. Sabi ko uwi na ako. Tiningnan mo ang oras, 13:49. 
Sabi mo, may oras pa tayo.  Di ko alam saan tayo patungo pero umiiyak lang ako sa biyahe. Inabutan mo ako ng panyo.

Ang ending natin sa Jollibee. Pero bumili ka ng pizza. hahahaha

Funny mo, Sir Don! Nakakainis.  Wala ka nung birthday ko.  

Miss ka na namin. Miss na kita.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

M, Manila

Everything about that area reminds me so much of you. I felt like my chest was about to burst with all the sadness I tried to keep in  for the past few days, or months for that matter. 

But at the same time, I can't help but laugh silently as I try to recall everything, mostly our  conversations.