A Feather of Encouragement

Never live in a moment’s despair.
But rather breathe.
Be soaked in a sun-drenched glow.

Do not be fearful,
For no one is too old to grin.
Not even the primeval sycamore tree,
With its constant bend towards my window
Smiles with unrelenting freshness.

Be buoyant.
Keep still and be floating.
Discard the weights that drop you.

Never trust the bubbles of plummeting.
All it offers is loss and vacuum.
Desire and be perpetually hopeful,
Like the wave wishing to touch the shore.
Or the breeze wanting to kiss the coconuts.
Cast down your load to the ground.

Stop feeding your pains.
Soar without holding on to something.
Liberate yourself,
Devoid of cause and devoid of reason.

Constantly live in the autumn grounds
Or conjure the vitality of spring.
Lest it be sprinkled with the flowing waters of time.

Untie your roots, my love.
Live, love , and be loved
As if tomorrow would sojourn
On a one-way trip towards bliss.1

420 2004/13/04
--neiloy--

Angel's Sin

this is one of Di's masterpieces. One of the nicest poems i've read. Di's truly a poetic prodigy, to say the least!okay if you're interested about her... just visit her spot : http://watermark4.blogspot.com and you'll see what i mean.



how come angels cry
and hide behind their solid wings
when heaven is within their grasp
their reality, a whisper
closer to our dreams

how come angels fall
like torn leaf when season's change
a sacrifice they blindly choose
mortality, divinity, exchanged

how come angels sin
and create a black hole
in their heartsthey fall from grace
and swayed the path
paradise old, to paradise new
a million miles apart

how come angels do
what they do when they cry and fall and sin
they go down on their scraped, wounded knees
and are brought home again

On Pablo Neruda

Well i know i'm guilty of being a touchy-feely kind of person.But you can't blame me if I love Pablo Neruda's poems. He's simply just a pretty amazing poet to me. So let me give you some foretaste if you haven't heard of him... this was one of the poems included in the album for the ost of the movie "Il Postino" ( The Postman), read by Madonna.

[If You Forget Me]
by Pablo Neruda


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Venturing into the world of blogs

Not sure what got into me. I questioned myself why or how did i finally end up here? With just the tiniest faint of recognition on what was actually happening, I remembered my friend, di! Yeah she was the one who got me to visit her blogs and read her latest meandering, forcing me to comment on what she has written. Don't get me wrong here people, I don't have the slightest regret in doing so!

"Di"--she's one of the best writers in my generation that I know. I love reading her blogs and that was what pushed me to have one myself. And now, here i am writing my first blog. Hoping that somebody, somewhere in the vast empty space, would somehow get lost in my blog. Then that humanoid alien would tell himself... "hmmmm... this is interesting! Fine specimen! Perhaps I would take him home to my world" ... and that would be the end of my happy bloggings.

Good night everyone! Hope to see you once in a while in my hidden dyslexia...