Three things that relax me:
Morning walks,
the sea
and dreaming.
I used to walk every day before sunrise when I was still in the Philippines, and my morning walks would usually end in the beach that opens to the sea where I conceive my dreams. ‘Tis my daily pilgrimage and like any pilgrims, my walks, my short journey to the sea enriches me. There is much more wisdom gained in becoming than in being. It is in my daily walks that I composed many of my poetry, that I conceived many new and sometimes crazy ideas. I feel connected to the streams of inspirations, creativity over flows, I commune with nature, I am in-touch with my creator.
I walk to understand life, I walk to find me.
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A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Prologue)
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On the steep cliff at the edge of the coast,
Lies a vine that bears a rare white flower ~
Hanging in wait like a forlorn soul, lost.
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The sirens of the calm ocean whisper;
Echoing with the mountains’ dirge like ghost.
These plangent cries pervade the dawn’s zephyr:
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“Let go of your clinging grip; it is time.
Your fate beacons from the unknown distance.
Hear the ringing of your destiny’s chime,
Answer the summons of this tenuous chance!”
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The flower’s ineffable faith in life
Propels its heart to will to face its fears;
To transcend many generations’ strife,
And to fulfill the tales oft told by seers.
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So, in the young hours of the morning,
Along the threnody crooned by the wind
The flower cut its thin fiber clinging.
To seize its future, this passage’s end ~
I arrive in the beach just before the sun appears over the horizon. I look at that boundery where the skies kiss the sea, I could not even tell where the earth ends and the heavens begin. It is one of the calmest scene one could ever see. I feel so small before the ocean and the arched sky, I am humbled by God’s genius painting the skies with colors that no artist could ever duplicate. And then slowly, flashes of lights burst over the horizon that astounish me everytime. I am silenced. What comes next is a magical moment when the sun takes flight completely leaving its last kiss to the sea, the magical moment happens when the flickering lights appear like glitters strewn over the ocean.
The hepnotic flickering lights over the horizon inspire my reverie, promising endless possibilities. My dreams lie beyond the horizon: where the sea birds fly, where I saw the airplanes disappear, where the glitters are more brilliant.
Years later, I have crossed the sea. I soared in the skies higher than the sea birds, I went where the airplanes disappear, I alight in the land of endless possibilities to live my dreams. I arrived in the blank space over the horizon that I only used to watch in my morning walks, in the sea, in my dreams.
It was a journey that started with my morning walks, look where my dreams brought me. It is an enriching journey. the wisdom I gained along the way are the glitters I gathered that are now part of me. I am miles away from home – that’s the warm glow I watch over the horizon now. Somewhere behind that glow where the sun kiss the sea is my home, my reasons for coming here and where all these glitters I collect some day would belong.
Three things I wish I will have forever in my life:
Morning walks,
the sea
and dreams.
I could not tell where this three would bring me from where I am now. The flickering lights over the horizon beacon endless possibilities. New dreams are conceived, my heart is ready, I open my arms in acceptance.
A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Epilogue)
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I reached the edge of the coast at twilight.
Walking back, I draw deep breaths of relief.
The sea is tinged with sunset’s crimson light.
On my path are flowers strewn on the reef.
I picked the salient flower in pure white,
When I looked up, I see vine-drapes on cliff.
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