One cannot find all the answers to all the questions in a lifetime. God after all is infinite, we cannot contain Him as much as we try. But there's a joy and adventure to that, I can have a question now and go out find the answers. And as soon as that's done, rest assured there will be more questions to ask.
It's always something new, something bigger- that's what growth is. Looking for God is growth. To surrender to a life of sin (apart from God) is not quite as fulfilling. The spectrum of discoveries are repetitive and often times dulling. What's more is that to get to the 'high' you want, you need larger doses of that thing further on just to get the same effect. It's a downward defeating spiral and not at all the freedom it claims to be.
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“Perhaps the biggest tragedy of our lives is that freedom is possible,
yet we can pass our years trapped in the same old patterns.” -Tara Brach
There has always been something in silence that seduced me. The quiet things somehow seem more moving, more potent. So much stays in the realm of the unsaid, and after everything else, still so much would remain when we could say all that we can.
Friday, March 09, 2012
Sunday, February 05, 2012
A Dream Absent of Dawn
I wish the night is eternal; where sight has no power to go
beyond nearby stars. Here thought is free, held captive only
by the romance of moonlight and the sea's gentle breathing.
But here the secrets are ours and truths are clearer than day.
Here, i love you purely. Here, i love you best.
I wish my words could come before they go. Sadness visits me
whenever you're gone. My desire dying like an ember in the snow.
Listen, please listen my love- my heart is breaking just as yours is broken.
You look at me with your smile absent from your lips, and I am torn to pieces.
I remember your laugh, your softness, and your eyes (they see me no longer);
such a great affliction cannot be surpassed by any other.
My hands fear to tread where my words can no longer reach.
Easily you dismiss me, like I was a lie- like I am not enough.
I am not enough. I am lacking, weightless in your chest and
stranded in your forgotten thoughts. Clearly, I am witnessing
the path to forgetting. My pain comes too easily.
The night is eternal, as I have wished it so. Forgetting does not afflict us all
so comfortably. If you are gone, then sadness shall be my friend.
Here in the night, where the hauntings of what are no longer mine still
visit shall I build my castle. Here I will wait without my consent.
beyond nearby stars. Here thought is free, held captive only
by the romance of moonlight and the sea's gentle breathing.
But here the secrets are ours and truths are clearer than day.
Here, i love you purely. Here, i love you best.
I wish my words could come before they go. Sadness visits me
whenever you're gone. My desire dying like an ember in the snow.
Listen, please listen my love- my heart is breaking just as yours is broken.
You look at me with your smile absent from your lips, and I am torn to pieces.
I remember your laugh, your softness, and your eyes (they see me no longer);
such a great affliction cannot be surpassed by any other.
My hands fear to tread where my words can no longer reach.
Easily you dismiss me, like I was a lie- like I am not enough.
I am not enough. I am lacking, weightless in your chest and
stranded in your forgotten thoughts. Clearly, I am witnessing
the path to forgetting. My pain comes too easily.
The night is eternal, as I have wished it so. Forgetting does not afflict us all
so comfortably. If you are gone, then sadness shall be my friend.
Here in the night, where the hauntings of what are no longer mine still
visit shall I build my castle. Here I will wait without my consent.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Cebu Trip
...will be updated
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“All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.” -Albert Camus
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“All men have a sweetness in their life. That is what helps them go on. It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.” -Albert Camus