THE SOLILIQUY OF THE SUN

31 March 2024

The Soliloquy of the Sun

By Rado Gatchalian

I look at the East

And bow down 

To the moon and the stars,

The glittering lights

That strike my soul —

It vaporises my fullness

And it makes me whole.

But as I stretch my sight

And dare to look Him in the eye —

I become blind,

And never shall I see again the visible.

But as I hide for thousand years —

Slowly within me,

A humble monk of no dogmas,

I shine like sunlight,

Like petals in the ocean,

Quietly waiting for sunrise.

"Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East.” 

~ Gandalf

A NEW SEASON

By Leah C Dancel

24 March 2024

A NEW SEASON 

Waking up to a new season's day!

Cool and cosy 

Driving me alive and esprit!

By the window's seen that majestic sky

Behind a nature's screen in green

That promises a colour void of strife. 

Five fingers leaf climbers portray 

A renaissance of early autumn crisps

This awning highlights a refreshing view. 

Quietly as time goes by 

No one dares to disturb

The silence of the sphere. 

©️ Leah C Dancel 

Copyright @ 24 March 2024

All rights reserved 

SH-AUSTRALIA

SOLITUDE

By Jeffrey Cejero

22 March 2024

Solitude

by jepoy

From dusts, I am created

Aided  by the burning compassion

Of the flowing river of time

And the void turning into a space.

It was not easy for me to exist.

Everyday is a silent cold war

But still I decided to fight

In a battle where destiny is the victor.

From a distant, I watched in silence

Those glistening gems under the heavens

And I dreamed to be like them someday

Until this wish turned into a star.

I flexed my good traits

Twinkling, smiling at all times

Hope these acts could help brighten the sky

But I was judged for being too flashy and arrogant.

I asked the cloud to cover me all the time.

I begged the moon to outshine me in all nights

And if ever, you never find me

It's all because, in solitude I find my peace.

WHEN I AM OLD

Lifted from FB

Rumi and Spirit Quotes 

22 March 2024

Photo credit to the owner. 

WHEN I AM OLD

When I am old...

I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...

and a bandana over my silver hair...

and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs.

I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair

and listen to my dogs breathing.

I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night

and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...

When people come to call, I will smile and nod

as I show them my dogs...

and talk of them and about them...

...the ones so beloved of the past

and the ones so beloved of today...

I will still work hard cleaning after them,

mopping and feeding them and whispering their names

in a soft loving way.

I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat,

like a jewel, and I will be an embarrassment to all...

especially my family...

who have not yet found the peace in being free

to have dogs as your best friends...

These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...

and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,

to greet you as if you are a God,

with warm eyes full of adoring love and hope

that you will always stay,

I'll hug their big strong necks...

I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...

and whisper in their very special company....

I look in the mirror... and see I am getting old....

this is the kind of person I am...

and have always been.

Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me.

Please accept me for who I am.

My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...

they love my presence in their lives...

When I am old this will be important to me...

you will understand when you are old,

if you have dogs to love too.

-Author Unknown

TOWARD ETERNITY

By Emily Dickinson

Lifted from English Literature 

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –

The Dews drew quivering and Chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground –

The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity –

EMILY DICKINSON