Love Knows No Boundaries

by Marites Avisado-Responte

Love knows no boundaries
Whether it sets where the rainbow ends
Can it be found in the tumultuous depth of the ocean?
Can it be as dark as the night or as bright as the sun
Perhaps it rises along the highest waves in the ocean
Or it is swallowed into the deepest pit of a valley
No one could ever guess

Love knows no boundaries
Its language is appreciated by a generous heart
The work extends to the deprived and desperate
The effort is celebrated by the sense of peace and relief
Its presence is driven by unwavering loyalty
A paradigm of strength when everything is smothered by weaknesses

Love knows no boundaries
To forgive even how deep the wound sores
To expect the best what is around the bend
To look for fire when ember of hope is dying
To feel the warmth in the coldest night
And to cool off the overwhelming rage and might

Love knows no boundaries
It stays in stale air, to purify
It humbles the lofty heart and haughty eyes
It drives you to be passionate and to come out a victor
It nurses the humiliating failure to become a warrior again
It lightens the way when the road is long and
When the travel is rough

How I wish I could continue to bind you to boundaries but
my human limitations incapacitate me…
My imperfections come short of describing a Perfect One…


Does it matter?

by Marites Avisado-Responte

How many perfect days have passed?
I could never tell the difference
Yes, it rained last night
Did it offer me a smile?
Yesterday, the robust sun came out
But my room was as dark as it was
Does it matter?
Today, the green bush slithers
against the wall of an abandoned lot
I know not a thing is left unpainted
green, green all over, summer caressing
Does it matter, winter is coming?
The leaping of the day can’t wait
The setting sun quickly disappears
Seconds turn to an hour, days to years
Does it matter, if it’s too late?
I may be healed tomorrow
Or probably, not
Yet, day after day, I’ll live
It all matters…

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For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

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Why Self-Love?

 

Why Self-Love?

 by Marietta Geraldino

Is self-love a luxury?

Or is it a necessity?

Get a grip of your reality

A perfect self is just fantasy.

Self-love, self-acceptance

That, you can count as victory. 

It can set you  free from a haunting past. 

It can tear the wall of countless hurts. 

It can free self-doubts  of a troubled  heart. 

Nurture self-kindness

Cultivate self-compassion

Claim joy, bestow forgiveness!

Embracing your flaws, loving yourself

will make your spirit simply  radiate.

 

by Marites Avisado-Responte

Siargao Island

Photo by Dupz Ravelo

Picture before me
Sometimes, I don’t understand your depth
The boats moored in the harbor, bouncing gently against the rippling water say that they need to be restrained so as not to get lost.

The glorious setting sun behind the gray streaked clouds tells me that the absence of color is a worthy distraction.
The benches that look desolate can be the best company to my weary day.
The anxious wild geese sound strange, yet a soothing call for me to come home.        

As I put my bare weight upon the hardened earth, grasses that start to yield to the Autumn temper, let me feel that coldness does not matter after the Summer heat.

These I continue to wonder…

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…~mtg

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Picture before me

hope

Photo by Nida Mantala Comandante

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson Edited by R. W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)

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