Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Pulsating Transient Inhabitant

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“Childhood” pencil on paper, 07/04/98. By: Jeques B. Jamora

I arrived not knowing what I am here for, where I came from and where I’m going.

At 4 o’clock in the morning on the last day of July, three decades and 5 years ago, another pulsating transient inhabitant came crying on his arrival seeing your light, hearing your sounds, feeling your touch, smelling your scents, and initially tasting the bitter-sweet flavors of life. Am I just another creature born from your womb and would walk the sands of time leaving footprints that would soon vanish with the tides and would be replaced by countless more who would walk your grounds not leaving any marks of our existence? Am I just like another mushroom that suddenly popped one morning from nowhere then gone tomorrow forgotten as you continue to orbit the sun? I came here clueless, just another pulsating transient inhabitant questioning, one more mouth to feed, just another dweller who would explore your every corner and exploit  your resources. 

You did not stop moving when I came. Sunrise as usual. Did you at least hear my cries from one of  the smallest isles in the orient seas where I was born? How many of us where born that day? Do you know where we are now? Do you record the distances we treck? Did you feel our first throbbing pulses in your surface? Are we in some way connected to your core?

Sunrise. Sunset. Days. Nights. I slowly began to come into awareness. I have a mother, a father, siblings ~ a family. My mother is your human manifestiation ~ nurturing. My father is the sky, distant but an authority. My life revolved in that small world I know with my siblings at home as I start to see and differentiate colors; to hear, speak and understand words that formed my thoughts. I rose from my crib crawling, learned to walk and run as I form my earliest memories of failures and falling, of triumphs and flying.

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“Unfinished Painting” Oil on canvas, 40×48, By: Jeques B. Jamora 

I started to see and appreciate your beauty. I revere the first bud I saw blooming into flowers. Your trees so tall for the small kid that I was, delighted by their leaves that change colors with the seasons. Your majestic mountain ridges where I first saw the sun rising at dawn, only to set in the other side of the ridges at dusk.  The canopy of trees in your forests filled with all the diverse forms of life I can imagine. Your grass-carpeted plains and valleys, the springs that run through them nourishing every living things, replenished by your rivers that run to the seas. Your enormous oceans that engulf my size everytime I see it. I feel so small, just a tiny speck, like the single grain of sand when I stand in your shores.

I look at the horizon where you and the sky meet and I begin to wonder what’s beyond your vast seas. That curiousity dropped a seed of dream in my heart, my spirit alight to your other side that my eyes are unable to see and my mind could only imagine. You’re supportive of my dreams. You conspire with all the apparent coincidences that let me cross the seas and live my dreams. You are a pampering mother and in all the events and turning points of my life, I commune with you in silence. Am I a favored child? Have I been a good son?

I realize now you never left me in my years of existence. You never fail to remind me of your presence. I still get surprises from you now and then. I had my first snow at 34.

Every day another bud of flower blooms for me. New seed sprouts, fruit mellows, fish swims to your heart, bird learning to fly, baby crawls from the crib, a boy’s first bath in your rain shower, in your river, in the ocean. I am loved. What have I done to deserve all these? You love all your subjects equally but only some few recognizes how enormous your love is.

And when the pulse of this transient inhabitant would stop to beat, you would welcome my return to your navel. You would embrace this mortal body warm in your breasts as my soul begins to descend to an unknown sleep. 

Click link http://writersisland.wordpress.com/ to navigate to the Writers Island and contribute to this week’s prompt: “EARTH”

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30 responses

  1. What a moving and unique take on the Writer’s Island prompt. I’ll be reading more of what you have written here. Thanks!

    AM00000050000005631 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  2. Welcome to my web nook will!

    I am pleased for your visit and I’m glad to know you like so far what you have read and seen in my corner. I am encouraged by your words, I am inspired by your remarks.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000050000004331 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  3. We sound so insignifigant in the whole scheme of things…so true!
    I loved it!

    PM00000060000005431 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  4. Hi Jeques! Thanks for your kind compliments on my “Will Earth Survive” post. I just stumbled this post of your for others to find.

    Have you ever thought of putting a Digg button on here to make it easy for people to publicize your writing? Sort of like I have on my site? Stumble Upon is easy as if people have the tool bar installed, they just use the thumbs up on that. I put both buttons on my site just in case someone visits and does not have the SU toolbar installed.

    Did you try to Digg or Stumble my post after you read it? I just changed some of the code on the the two buttons and want to be sure they work for everyone.

    Thanks! – Will

    PM00000090000005031 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  5. nice perspective here, nicely written too

    PM000000100000002431 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  6. Jeques – as usual my visit to your site has been rewarded with a fine piece which I so enjoyed reading. Also your pencil sketch is so nice. Thankyou.

    AM00000040000002131 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  7. [Just]Jen,

    Taking things superficially, yes we are. Just another speck ~ insignificant. But the truth is, we are an essential thread that completes the earth’s lovely tapestries.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000080000005531 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  8. Will,

    I’m seriously considering your suggestions. Thanks for that valuable added information. When I have the time, I will look into that closely, and visit your site, too, for that purpose.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000080000005231 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  9. Crafty Green,

    It always feel good knowing that my thoughts as expressed in my piece works well to other people, like you. I’m glad to know that. Thank you very much.

    Keith,

    And I’m always honored by your visits ~ I feel good knowing that my works live up to your fine taste. Thank you very much for letting me know. It helps a lot.

    I wish you both well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000080000001831 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  10. A powerful and at the same time both uplifting and humbling piece. Well done Jeques.

    PS I remembered you were alone for the holiday and came by to wish you a merry Christmas, what a treat to find this piece waiting for me to read.

    PM00000030000003831 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  11. hei there! i just wanted to greet you a merry christmas! i know you are having a very white one. cheers!

    PM000000100000005931 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  12. Oh, Hi Buraot!

    Merry christmas to you, too. Yes, white christmas with tinged with blue. But I’m coping.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000010000001731 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  13. Hello Robin!

    Thank you very much. Your very thoughtful. Warm greetings like yours keep me company. I am going to be well. I have good thoughts and memories for company celebrating this season alone.

    I’m glad you like my piece for the prompt.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000010000003731 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  14. It’s the early hours of Christmas morning here in the UK. I’ve just wandered back from Midnight Mass, poured a large glass of very expensive brandy and eaten a mince pie. I am feeling both virtuous and mellow! I would now like to raise my glass to you and yours and wish you everything you wish yourselves this Christmastide

    AM00000050000005631 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  15. I really like the last paragraph. How wonderful you use your words to express this grand idea of living and breathing – making me feel humble to be able to read your work. Thank you and have a wonderful holiday.

    AM00000060000005031 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  16. Merry Christmas Keith!

    What a way to celebrate Christmas and thanks for sharing it with us.

    Me, work as usual. My night shift starts at 11:00 PM later until seven. So I would be spending my christmas with sleeping sick people. This my gift as a nurse, to care even in the holidays.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques.

    AM00000070000002931 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  17. Lissa,

    I thought we think and worry too much when we talk about Earth. Worrying and thinking will not do us any good, it become our excuse not doing anything thereby neglecting to care. If we find time to see the beauty of mother earth again, we will realized how much we’ve been missing, and then we’ll learn to care and to do something for her. Because in the end, she’s the only home we have. Is it enough that we breath, and live to know that she’s there in every air we take in sustaining us?

    Thank you very much for your visit even during the holiday. I wish you and your family joy this Christmas.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000080000001231 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  18. absolutely breath taking… well done!!!!!

    PM00000060000005731 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  19. anujjha

    hey
    **Merry Christmas**
    and happy holidays.

    PM00000070000005731 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  20. I like the way you talk to the Earth. It is so interesting and thoughtful.

    PM00000070000004131 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  21. Paisley,

    Thanks, the mother earth desesrves only the best letters from her children. I’m glad to note that you think this is good.

    anujjha,

    Merry Christmas to you, too!

    gautami,

    If I think about it, I thought the words come naturally because without me knowing it, the earth is actually my silent confidant since I learned to think.

    I wish you all well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM00000080000002131 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  22. What a nice siloquoy to mother earth! I felt the caring you have for the earth in each sentence.

    AM000000120000005731 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  23. Mary,

    Thank you very much. I think she deserves only the best for she supports all that we have.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000020000000231 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  24. A very beautiful point of view … Much Health & Happiness to You & Yours in 2008.

    PM00000040000000231 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm12

  25. Redness,

    Thank you very much and All the best for you, too, in the year ahead!

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000020000002031 10, 2007 at 12:00 am12

  26. how beautifully, poetically written. i’m so glad i came here to visit. looking forward to reading more.

    AM000000120000005431 10, 2007 at 12:00 am01

  27. Thanks Rebecca! And I’m glad, too, for your visit to my nook.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM000000100000000431 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm01

  28. Your piece here is si beautifully rendered. While submitting mine to Writer’s Island, I just had to applaud this piece. You can check up my comment link on Writer’s Island. Thanks for welcoming me to ur beautiful nook.

    AM00000080000001231 10, 2007 at 12:00 am01

  29. Thanks Romila!

    I noted your mention of my post in your entry submission. I am honored. Thanks for your kind words.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM000000120000002231 10, 2007 at 12:00 am01

  30. jeques, the title itself is interesting. what more interesting is the sketch, very nice and the painting of the beautiful koi.

    equally this piece just asked the proper questions. all of us experienced the same feeling of wondering. of asking what’s on the other side. of things. of deciding whether we take this road or that road.

    even if this is an old writing post you have, it remains relevant. keep on writing beautiful prose like these.

    PM00000060000002430 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

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