this heart cries


i want to travel to
the unknown
with you.

i want to win
with you.
i want to cry
with you;

our souls
entwined with
the glow of a million
stars of the Ancient
skies.

i want to be buried
beside you; our souls
lounging in the corridors
of those who still speak,
though they are gone.

PHOENIX RISE


Death hurts. Death makes us alive. Sometimes.

Sometimes, living hurt more than death.

Suddenly, deep compassions has arrive like a merchant ship from the East

The day the oceans evaporated into an unknown skies,

we became humans again. We died too, with our souls. The day a bird of prey took away the only child
of the widow from Maki.

Tenderness has arrive; deep inside the souls hardened rooms.

Saints weeping. Sinners mourning. All of us sat on ash heaps. As if we lost our own bosom child.

Love has arrive. Gratitude has arrive.

The soul of this city is alive, weaving new threads

to reconnect ourselves together again.

Now my eyes have seen what it never saw

a day before the oceans emptied itself into deep into shadows of darkness

Who would have thought,

that common enemies would become friends,

lifting each other soul to the embrace of the the smiling sun.

Humility has arrive. Pride is a forgotten allied.

Offenses, the principal of our egotistical set tables are trashed into dustbins.

Forgiveness has arrive, ‘cause our hearts are

pliable, and contrite like liquid love; overwhelmed by

the madness of the oceans disappearing.

How long can we keep this fire burning?

As long as we ponder and reflect on our own fragility and

the uncertainty of life.

As long as we could look deeper within our own souls,

that nothing is here forever, except love.

Sometimes I wonder why one has to die —

Before the world is awakened from her slumber

like Phoenix rising.

But, such is the mystery of life.

I’ll truly miss the day I’ll disappear —

O’ I’ll miss those beautiful songs and chants of those who never

shared their bread in my afflictions. That is another mystery of life—

We shall be loved by those who genuinely loved us,

and those who never did, and even those who prayed for our demise.

at the edge of eternity. Maybe I’ll smile — gripped by

the mere sight of cosmic awakening and

the thick hypocrisy on the faces of those who never loved us.

INSPIRED by

Kobe Bryant’s Demise
May His Soul Rest in Peace