Love Unconditionally is YOU. In fact, there is no subject, or object. There is where the err has been. Of course, there is an “I” and there is a “You”. Otherwise, where there joy in expression? The ‘Love’ that we all think we know towards a subject or an object is always arising from conditions.…
Tag: Love
The Wrong World
The world can want anything from you. In fact, the world can ask a million things of you. Yet, it is within your integrity to give, or not; to say yes or no. It is not about being right, or wrong; selfish or selfless; loving or unloving. It is about being honest, with myself, first.…
Touching Base to Expand
When two people initially get together, it was based on a set of conditions. Nobody will try to intoxicate the relationship on purpose if not for something that had altered in the conditions of the relationship, albeit not really knowing either, exactly what it is that has changed. If they knew, the intoxication would not…
A Note to Kakak
The last we heard your voice, was on the anniversary of your birth date, which was only 2 weeks ago. You sounded so weak. And for the first time, she cried. You know how she is… always a toughie… but she cried, because she heard you over the phone, and she was really, really worried.…
Elevated Anatomy
Memory can only help me remember how it all started from the beginning until right now to what it is. Yet I can never be certain what it was that prompted the beginning until right now to what it is. To vindicate to dissect all those moments that come to be as if unworthy of…
Here, Now and Available
My beloved, I am so glad that you are here with me taking my hand laying your head next to mine, and murmuring the words ‘I love you’. Yet, my gladness comes to be, not because you are here with me nor because you took my hand nor because you laid your head next to…
A Prayer for Innocence
Such madness pervading the innocent of shame, guilt and fear. Killing hearts of lambs overrunning, overflowing; how odd its power over one from once such openness to now, a shut closed door. How much does it take planning but all a scheming? Where then space for Spirit residing, awaiting for its call. True that abiding…
In remembrance of a moment at MIMO, 2014
Baby, this is such an experience sitting beside you here in this grand hall of Lick Hung School waiting for the possibility of your name to be called. The hall is in a mess, with parents, teachers, volunteers each trying to serve their best interest managing their other children, the students and the event liken…
A Dance with Light
with earphones secured song on repeat, dancing inside, an owned world; incredibly and totally, immersed and absorbed. occasionally, peeping out for errands to be addressed maybe a few words to be exchanged; yet never, not once – leaving its core. ecstatically wholesome oh, what sensuous joy, luxuriating in such momentum oh, what stupor delight… Light…
Going By
Sadness does not mean need Missing does not mean want Because what it entails Is simply an experience lost or gone. Accompanied by an imagination of none That can be found in future Yet who am I to conclude Who am I to judge? The dance of the One Who plays its puppets to its…
