Oyster Heart
Oyster Heart Inside the oyster shell – is loneliness at heart; the gold-breathing space, within the guarded vault. The comfort zone. The fear of the unfamiliar. The fear of love. […]
Oyster Heart Inside the oyster shell – is loneliness at heart; the gold-breathing space, within the guarded vault. The comfort zone. The fear of the unfamiliar. The fear of love. […]
Yer read togaw, Pardner?
“I miss God so much,” he said. Those five words were heavy. Each word was pregnant with ellipses and exclamation points.
“…There will always be big people, and they will be big because they will look down on little, skinny men. You only become big when there are only smaller people around you, right?” Damien’s eyes were, in half, innocent. And the other slice of him was eaten by horror. It was the fear of recognizing that maybe, all of his life, he will be the smaller one. “The biggies will always find a way to bully the little, skinny men.”
“The T.V screen pops up with the reporter in coarse, forceful voice – “nature strikes back!” Bagyong Ondoy (Ketsana) ravaged Manila like hellfire. Families hold hands as they were […]
The ground, breaking; buildings collapsing; tsunami roaring; and not to mention the Nuclear power plant erupting – creating a chemical havoc on the biosphere all around that radius from that point on the globe. The global technological wizard is no match against nature’s siren. Scientists declare that it was the fifth-largest earthquake in the world. However, it was not a battle of rankings. For the Japanese, they experienced a fraction of hell’s quaking for less than three minutes. Global shifts occurred. But soon enough, we ask the question “why”. And we search for answers beneath the tectonic plates of prayer. How can we ever pray“give us this day our daily bread” when the battle is not about loaf but of life?
“Everybody remembers moments in life, but love is timeless. Life lives there. If love is in the past, life’s there. If love is here and now, life’s present. When life demands for a purpose, love supplies the answer.”
-The Anatomy of Romance | Excerpt
I’m breathing here/
on the dark side of the moon.//
My mind is trying to fathom the unfathomable. It looks and listens and learns.
But it is my soul that pauses and whispers a legend:
There’s more.
Purpose is present; it’s the way things are. But it doesn’t always make sense…