Do you see me, staring, holding my heart in my outstretched hands?

Do you hear me, whispering, voicing my feelings into your covered ears?

Do you feel me, grazing, brushing my fingertips across your fist?

Do you realize that I'm falling, whirling, tumbling head over heals, or are you immune to love's blindness?

Every death
I have felt, or known,
In silence, i mourn,
Within my breath...

No words come upfront
Just thoughts, preponderant...

I'd feel the freezing cold of an empty space
Feel the absence...clearly imagine a lost face
No smiles, spanning from cheek to cheek
Eyes, seek answers...
suddenly, I'm there by the shallow water of the creek
While some nearby creatures quietly chirp...and squeak
While I......... I could not even speak...

Living,
Is realizing...and accepting
At the right time, they turn brown, the weeds...and reeds,
But, under the water...waiting, growing...are their seeds
Brown ferns...are almost detached from a mossy concrete wall
With a strong current, and wind, they'd be carried...ready to fall

The driftwood lying by the shore...is always wet, but petrified
Brown fallen leaves, on the green grass...no more hold...crisp and dried,
The dead bark of a tree...in pieces...are crumbling...
Merging with the wet earth...in a process of fertilizing
Deep down under ....a fresh spark of life is starting.
All these, remind,
Life and death stand side by side,
That in the midst of death-
Something new is birthed...
When faced with death,
there is always someone's living breath
And, as long as the heart wills to beat
Then, life.....will still exist.

Hundreds, or a thousand times,  
We all have died
In the high and low of life's tides,
Physically,
Emotionally.

We remember
Those who have left
Those who have survived..are still around
We think of those who are next to leave,
Waiting for their chests' final heave

---And then, we think of ourselves---

Worry not of our own time
Make each of our remaining days
Be golden, beaming, and bright
With good deeds, and straight pathways

The earth is a moving circle
It makes a round.......as it spins
We try to live outwards....and then, within
Any way we live it...life is an endless cycle.


Sally



Copyright March 23, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

The world swirls around, constantly moving in never ending circles of emotion

Sadness and sympathy surround me as I watch friends struggle up mountains and through jungles

Hope runs through my veins as I watch from afar, wishing for them that the pain and hardships would end

Suddenly I'm turning, spinning, whirling, falling as I get dizzy and disoriented

When I come to, I'm enveloped in lies and dishonesty as I watch loved ones fall farther and farther down a hole they don't realize their digging

Forgiveness overwhelms me as I slowly watch them sink, longing to run over and help pull them out

Again I'm reeling, spiraling, twirling, collapsing onto the cold ground

I fearfully raise my head, for who knows what I'll encounter next?

As I slowly stand, I'm encircled with charity and love as I watch my loved ones laugh and smile with one another

Amity fills my heart as I run to them, appreciating every moment I can share with them

Encountering hardships and struggles are inevitable, but we build each other, shape each other, and comfort each other through all emotions.