Hot Coffee with a friend

one of the nicest things happened to me today. I made friends with a little girl named, Shatria. I was waiting for my mom at Starbucks Katipunan, reading a book and drinking a decaffeinated coffee. This girl looked at me and I smiled at her. Her shirt caught my attention because it had these words on it: "My *heart* belongs to my dad". I assume her dad bought that shirt for her. Her parents were there, too. Shatria would constantly go to my table, then back to their table. At first she'd look at me as if she had a lot of questions to ask. And then the second time, her hand was already on my table. The third time she went back, she helped herself on the chair before me, and touched everything on my table.

"Ano 'to?"
"Coffee. :)"
"Hot?"
"Oo, hot."
"Ano 'to?"
"wallet."
"Ano 'to?"
"tissue"
"Ano 'to?"
"cellphone."

the fourth time she came by, she gave me a used tissue, but she took it back. The fifth time she came by, i knew her name by then, and she was just comfortable sitting right in front of me. We made a hand gesture only friends would do. i thought of something simple so she wouldn't have a hard time remembering how to do it. It went like this: *Appear*. yeah it was that simple, and i'm just glad she got it right away. Then after a while, she had to say goodbye.

"bye bye"
"bye"
"bye bye... bye... bye"
"bye bye!"

She kept saying goodbye several times, as if wanting to stay a little longer. i tell you, it was hard keeping my happiness inside, because i didn't want her to know how much that brief encounter made my day.

Rarr. How could i ever leave for work if I would ever have such an adorable daughter?

Dear God, bless my newfound friend, and keep her safe. Teach her to love and keep her heart clean.

of hope and hanging dreams

i was talking to a friend about dreams. This has always been a topic of interest, probably because it leaves a trail of bittersweet thought in the air. It never gets concluded but it always brings new light.

s: literature! 'yan yung course niya. Pinakita niya sa 'kin mga homeworks niya, at 'yung notebook niya puro poems! Nakasulat na nga siya ng play, eh.
k: wow... grabe buti pa sila. 'yung cousin ko naman, balak mag-aral ng fine arts. Sobrang artistic niya. These people are living our dream!
s: eventually, magagawa rin natin 'yan. let's just make sure we live long enough to reach "eventually".

It wasn't conclusive enough to define the path for our desires that are still left hanging, but then, it has given me a trace of hope. To tread along a trail of hope may not be as secured as walking on a definite path, but at least it gives me a glimpse of what i want to see beyond the vertex of my path.

becoming.

walk with certainty
and the infinite rainbow stretches
beyond the point of knowing
and across everything finite.

i have yet to be
what i have always believed
i have finally known
what i will always embrace

the seamless linen of divinity
has embraced my insignificant being
I am to be what i was meant for,
I have become because of everything that is.

i swim between words and verses
the spaces and pauses
breathed meaning and silence.
i have defined, i am defined.

surprise!

sometimes i'm caught in a rather useless thought of how life is able to come up with both wonderful and awful surprises.

1 some questions are never meant to be asked, because some are better left in the realm of unworded thoughts. the mere thought of it should have brought up a warning sign already, but none came up, or maybe i was just too careless about it. was it the revelation you needed, or has it just complicated things a little?

2 it's pleasant to see new faces, it's heartwarming to talk to different people. it is a small world, indeed, as you bump into different people who know the people you know. soon it will no longer be 6 degrees apart, but a mere 3 degrees apart. my world is getting smaller, as my understanding is getting broader. and i realized it's pleasant to find reason to smile from people you know, people you've just known, and people you've met long ago but just had this time to talk with each other.

3 To hear and know of such an idea --- it's a pleasant surprise, and yet an awful one too. Not that it's an idea that has to be entertained, but the timing of it all is just awful and off-full. i think it's rather too late.

useless as it is, i still find comfort in giving it a thought even if it does not conclude any of the arguments i have in mind.

Soar High

Deep in the intimacy of your being is the desire to love and be loved. For that my friend, I'm happy to tell you that you are most worthy of it, because you are a son of the King.

Being a son of a King that is born to this world, your whole being is challenged. With the deafening noise around you, and the blinding light you receive from the outside, you correspond to the needs of your being, but sadly, to what is mere half-truth. The will of the soul is attracted to what is good, and the intellect is attracted to what is true. But to the things of the world you must be critical, because not everything that appears to be good is good, and not everything that appears to be true is true.

It is only through deception that you allow yourself to cease from achieving perfection. Perfection would not have existed in the human vocabulary if man is not capable of attaining it. Man as man will always falter, and the getting up again and again is what leads us to perfection. If you fall a hundred times, then get up a hundred and one times to be where you should be. Stop believing you are a chicken who thinks he can't fly, because you are an eagle, born to soar high.

rainy afternoon

it was nostalgia and oblivion at the same time.