Live

When eating, drinking and sleeping becomes a task.
And medical treatment becomes a challenge.
When you don't know where your pain is but you know exactly where its coming from.

hypnotic ending

Manila Bay 2008

Walking and appreciating life's treasure @ Manila Bay

My Simple Life

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A Cup of Tea

Not much... not much... not much... not much
I wanted the rain and this gloomy afternoon to stop.

My head is spinning and would almost burst its plasma out.
The cup of cranberry, strawberry and raspberry tea eased the pain a little.
Felt so cold and badly needed a lot of OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Prologue

Today, I am lifting again the pages of my constant companion to ease again the pain I've been bearing for sometime. I wanted to share to the void its prologue ...

Prologue

The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth, who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beuty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called Narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddess of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddess asked.

" I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

" Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, ' for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."

"But... was Narcissus beautiful?' the lake asked.

"Who better that you know that?" the goddess said in wonder. " after all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. i weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, i could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.



-Alchemist
Paulo Coehlo

Your Wish is My Command

If only you had read carefully the message of some months ago.
Of letting your heart rest for some time or so.
That jumping from one emotion to another is stress.
That it'll cause more than physical pain and mess.

Today I found myself again in the dilemma of having been measured, compared, judged, tested and labeled. I decided to hibernate in Serenity, Solitude and Stillness of time.
We should not measure the quantity or quality of love or a wholeness of a person because humans are complex being, it is more than superficial, physical, and a visual matter. We don't live to make our souls imprisoned and confined in those dark and orange rooms. We live to breath, explore, travel, talk, share, gaze at the moon and stars, wake up in light, spread colors around us, and knowing the unknown. If you only knew how creative this mind works, with no impossibilities and could turn your life upside down; if only you have the guts and strong-will to feel and see it.

This morning, I saw an active bird dance " Another One Bites the Dust". I just wanted to thank Mookie an 18 year old female Moluccan cockatoo who is a sanctuary bird at Bird Lovers Only Rescue Service, Inc. Mookie is a bird who is extraordinarily happy and active despite her physical disabilities which inhibit her from walking normally. http://birdloversonly.blogspot.com/

She made me smile this morning and reminded me to have hope, courage and enjoy life however to leads you.

The Art of Sharpening Pencils

The Art of Sharpening Pencils

My 1st week of realizing Maktub.
Everyday I stand at the back of the train operator
and watching the railway track,
as the train moves it maintains a speed of 60 kph
and 20kph before stopping in a station
whispering that I am on the right track.

Day 1
Finally I am on the same crowd.
Freedom and expression
Day 2
Value of Time
Ist day of unsharpened pencil
Day 3
All artist dream in colors
Not all people can define colors
There will be no color if there is no Light
Day 4
Its freehand but you must know
The Art of Sharpening Pencils

When we were still young,
one of the easiest task to do is to sharpen a pencil.
You just need a pencil sharpener,
twist the wood and lead into the blade,
twist more till the lead is pointed
and
you got a sharpened pencil.

Today, I found myself struggling to sharpen a pencil.
You need to be equipped with a lot of things.
You need a cutter knife, a pencil pointer,
a scratch paper and tissue for your mess.
You need to have a standard,
for the length of lead (1/2 ") and wood exposed.

The lead should not be deadly
and crooked cause it may easily break,
The wood should not have rough edges
and should be tapered smoothly.

You need to have control, angle and a steady hand.
You need to have patience and discipline.
You need to test it before using.
To have a a perfectly sharpened pencil.

This is for your pencil be efficient and effective
and be able to perform well
and realize the vision you are tasked to.


As I practice the Art of Sharpening Pencils
I felt like a Pencil being sharpened.

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