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Monday, October 29, 2012

KADA MANANG PACING, JSPH, Kdpy*

Sentosa on a gray day, from Vivo City, Singapore
Some of these books and magazines have been donated to village libraries in Ilocos Norte

My jogging route to Benton and back in Winchester


Kas iti dalluyon nga agapon iti malem
Agsublitayo latta iti taripnong iti kalgaw
Nga ubing manen ti kigaw a sirmata iti aringgawis
Ta kasano a pumusay ti saan pay a naipasngay
Iti awan patinggana a panagsapul iti dayag?
Nalmes ti dungsa iti kape ti linnagip iti baet
Ti saan nga aggibus a dung-aw ti baybay
Iti pannakapespes dagiti darikmat iti isusuknal
Iti bukodtayo a siudad ti Jerusalem.
Ngem iti daytoy a kaltaang ti rabii
Apay ngata a nalipatanda, ay, nalipatanda
Daydi immuna a balla a nangtiliw iti kararua
Ti daniw-samiweng ti timpuyog a pinutarna?
Apay a nagsayukmo ni Manang Ising?

Kas kadakayo ken nalabit ken ni Manang Pacing
Ammok laeng daydi  apuy a simgiab idiay Sison
A nangsilmot met kadakami kadaydi Lina ni Gene
Da Binot, Lito, Virginia, Jimmy idiay Laoag
Ammok laeng ti areng-eng ti rinibu a kutibeng
A nangngegko kadaydi Manong Pel, Manong Viring--
Isuda amin a limmaksiden a saan a nagpakada.

Apay ngamin, aya,  daytoy patinayon a suknal?
Awan imeng ti kapanagan ket nadagaang
Ti parbangon a saepsaepan dagiti babassit a nagpayak.

Kas iti estatua ti santo a binigat nga agpadaan
Awan paksuy dagiti mata uray kuridemdemen.
Adu dagiti saludsod a tawataw ti sungbatna.
Iti lugan nga agawid, awan ti arimekmek
A kasla ket sangsangalen pay ti sarita ti adu
A bariw-as, panagbirok iti imnas ken kanta

A mabalin nga isaang iti karaang ti tabbaaw, am-amangaw
 No di man panagdayaw kadagiti sumaruno a panagkikita. 

ANDRES MIGUEL PASION
Menifee, CA


*Manipud iti PASIKING a libro ni Lito de Francia

Saturday, October 20, 2012

FROM THE MANGYAN MAIDEN

TO THE BLOGGER:
(on his birthday)

Today I will whisper your name
in beatitudes
like Tagore's Gitanjali
for a vast ocean of being
held secretly yet wantonly
     in the heart
     of a poetess-friend
enthralled in the divinity
     of thy spell.

THE WRITER'S 5TH COMMANDMENT

With Christian Paul Julian in Singapore
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"Thou shalt not be modest."

Modesty is an excuse for sloppiness, laziness, self-indulgence; small ambitions evoke small efforts. I never knew a good writer who wasn't trying to be a great one.--Stephen Vizinczey, a Hungarian writer 

Some stray thoughts in Winchester, CA : This is what life should be: no hate, no recriminations, the ability to bounce back from a great loss, caring for one who needs it, to go on no matter what and squeeze every waking moments for the joy and pleasure for oneself and and others.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

THE INVITATION BY ORIAH



It does not interest me                                                          
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.
It does not interest me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It does not interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched
the center of your sorrow
if you have been opened
by life's betrayals
or have been shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fake it
or fix it.
Digital shot along blogger's jogging route in Serangoon, Singapore. The island- state, the 6th wealthiest nation in the world, is a clean, peaceful and orderly place. One can jog even at midnight and the wee hours and no one will molest you, no dog will bark at you, no policeman will rob you.


I want to know                                                       it does not interest me                                             
if you can be with joy
mine or your own                                                  if the story you are telling  me
                                                                               is true.
if you can dance with wildness                              I want to know if you can disappoint
and let the ecstacy fill you                                      another to be true to yourself
to the tip of your fingers
 or toes                                                                    if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
without cautioning us                                              and not betray your soul
to be careful                                                             if you can be faithless
to be realistic                                                           and therefore trustworthy.
to remember the limitations                                    I want to know if you can see Beauty
of being human.                                                      even when it is not pretty everyday.
                                                                                and if you can source your own life
                                                                                from its presence.
                                                    I want to know if you can live with failure
                                                    yours or mine and still stand
                                                    at the edge of the lake
                                                    and shout to  the silver of the moon,
                                                    '' Yes."
                                                    It does not interest me where you live
                                                    or how much money you have.
                                                    I want to know if you can get up
                                                    after the night of grief and despair 
                                                    weary and bruised to the bone
                                                    
and to do what needs to be done

to feed the children.
It does not interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It does not interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else fade away.
I want to know if you can be
alone with yourself
and if you like the company
you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah @mountain dreaming

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Winning is a Sickness?

"When human being gamble
the spirits like to watch.
From the spirit world they laugh
At the winners because winning is a sickness.
They say only losers feel grief
Only the loser can go home with nothing
and this is a very holy thing
to do.'--Jim Cohn, The Grasslands

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

"a man's house is his castle.
it may be frail; it's roof may shake; the wind may enter;
the rain may enter. but the King of England may not enter.
all the forces of the Crown dare not cross the threshold of
the ruined tenement."--adapted

This is the quotation of the position paper submitted by my son to the Philippine National Police Regional Internal Affairs Service 1 in San Fernando City, La Union, Philippines re case against four Laoag City City cops for grave misconduct. The case arose when the policemen in civilian clothes barged into his home in search of an alleged drug pusher, whose house is somewhere else. Only his children were inside the house when the lawmen came with drawn guns and kicking doors in their so-called buy-bust operation.