(Ode to) The Blind

I sit and talk a little
There is silence in my eyes
I walk and feel a lot
There is darkness all around

I never knew what I
Look like and [how I] appear to be
I'd love to enjoy colors too
Yet I just wasn't gifted to see

But deep inside I know
That I am blessed beyond my sight
My world's a little different yet
I've more of what others do not

It has never been comfortable
To accept my uncommon state
Still it ain't hard to see
The gift ingrained inside

I know I might be blind
But care to see much more
This is just a physical state
Much lesser than the real

I have a lot inside
Sees things that not all see
And now I thank [my] God
Who wonderf'lly formed me

My notes:

I had this in mind when I once was in a jeepney boarded with a number of blind men and women.

One evening, as I entered the crowded jeep, I signaled to a man to please move for a little space. I asked the two ladies beside him to move a little too. When the jeepney's engine finally started, only then did I realize that the man who seemed to ignore me when I signalled him was a blind man. I also noticed that there was not only one, but several blind individuals there. With that in mind, I began to forget the change that I was supposed to recieve. But, it was too late...

There I tried to formulate something for these blind men and women around me. I felt something different for them -- their blessedness even in their state. Even though they're different, they have something that we, people who have the gift of sight, do not.

Hope you like it! :)

World of Fantasies

We don't live in a world of Fantasies. We're not in a world of dreams. We are in REALITY where we have to work for the things that we need, and appreciate what we have. That means less complaining and a little balanced dreaming. To dream, though, is not a crime. It is supposed to help us -- not make us lose hope. That's life.

Love, on the other hand, is actually the hardest thing to FIND. You cannot find it just anywhere. Love isn't easy to give. You cannot just find it from a street-corner. It's no joke. Ü

Mirrored

Our faces shining
We see a library of truths
In front, a mirror showing
Not just agony but thoughts

Focus your eyes gracefully
Beyond what our eyes show
[Again] Observe carefully
Take your time, take it slow

It's a start of demise
Of your old man's reason
And it's the birth of promise
When you start to vision

When we see what it shows us
That truth is beauty
And reset our minds
From all our learning

We'll thank the mirrored images
That we used to point fingers
They are not mere lies
They show truth otherwise

Writer's notes: Sometimes [or for some, most of the times] when we see ourselves in the mirror, we don't see beauty. I wrote this so that we might be moved to see the beauty in the mirror. Let us appreciate what we have. They are not just things to hurt us, but it is a new set of learning. Forget a preset bad image of who you are. Put some value in yourself. When you see your weaknesses, don't be bothered, don't be afraid. They show beauty too. Read Romans 7:13-21. We see and feel weakness because we are 'aliens' from it. You are lucky. There are people who are numb of ill-doings. But you aren't... Put on some worth on yourself because you already have it...

Ripples

Ripples from the rain
Makes it okay
Small waves that they make
Make me forget all the pain

A still gaze of silence
The absence of motion
Except a drop from nowhere
Making all the notion

It stills my heart
Reminds me to breathe
And catch a glimpse
Of what made that mist

Shower over all of me
Wash away the uncertainty
Sprinkle in my eyes
And quench my thirst for sanity

I forget my cares
I begin to hear the sounds
I now fix my stare
See the beauty all around

I might have lost my soul
But only for a while
Makes me see daylight
Wake up and make things right