I haven't really heard
your voice
but with your words
you touched my heart
when you loved

I guess this is the love
that I've been looking for
for a long time

I'm thirsty for true love

I'm hungry for the lack of life

I'm looking for a support
for my tired body

you found the
sadness of my eyes

when I got to know
you completely
I'm a child and
you are my true father

in heaven you are always there
I always see you
and in your light
that is boundless

I want to live in your
love and affection

by your side
I want to hug you
and feel your love for me
but
on the other hand
I am embracing your love

with your holy spirit
You embraced my heart
that was afraid of the dark

with your secret voice
and metaphorical words
My eyes knelt
in praise of you

the secret the path
you have pointed
towards you
The witness is
the eternal love
of a father
who created everything

the true home is with you

the owner of lives
with you my life
will return to you
and rest with you

in your love
and in your hands
there is no more sadness and fear

that I encounter
in your love
the long
lack of my life
and in my roots
you are waiting

in healing
you are the owner of the space
in my heart and life
that I am waiting for
that is not in the world
and I cannot see in people
Even in the world

I love you father creator
In you I have seen
True love
You are true love

You are my true love

You have no equal
You are the highest of all
I want to be with you

In your presence
In your beside
The throne of my
Sorrow and joy
My pleasure is your
Eternal glory
And when you love

Your love is the greatest
By your word I live
By your blessing I came to life
By your love and voice
I breathe

Your feelings and plans
To our children and your creation

You are the true father to all with
The greatest love.


*****

"ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕒 𝔻𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕘"

Hindi ko pa totoong naririnig
ang boses mo
pero sa iyong mga salita
hinipo mo ang aking puso
sa pag mamahal mo

ito na yata Ang pag ibig
na matagal ko ng hinahanap

nauuhaw ako sa tunay na pag ibig

nagugutom ako sa kawalan ng buhay

naghahanap ng sandalan
ang napapagod kong katawan

nasumpungan mo ang
lungkot ng aking mga mata

nang makilala kita ng lubusan
akoy isang anak at
ikaw ay ang aking tunay na ama

sa langit palagi kang naroon
nasisilayan kita palagi
at sa iyong liwanag na walang hangganan

nais kong tumira sa iyong
pagmamahal at pag ibig

sa iyong tabi
gusto kitang mayakap at damhin ang iyong pagmamahal sa akin
ngunit
sa kabilang dako ko
nayayakap ang pagmamahal mo

sa iyong banal na espiritu
niyakap mo ang puso ko
na takot sa dilim

sa lihim **** boses
at matatalinghagang salita
lumuhod ang mga mata ko
sa pagpupuri sayo

ang lihim na daan tinuro mo
papunta sa iyo
Ang saksi ay
ang walang hanggang pag ibig
ng isang ama na may lalang ng lahat

ang tunay na bahay ay nasa iyong piling

ang may ari ng mga buhay
sayo ang buhay ko
ay uuwi sa piling mo
at magpahinga sa piling mo

sa iyong pagmamahal
at sa iyong mga kamay
ay wala ng lungkot at takot pa

na sumpungan ko
sa iyong pagmamahal
ang matagal ng
kulang sa buhay ko
at sa mga ugat ko
ikaw ay hinihintay

sa kagalingan
ikaw ang may ari na puwang
sa puso at buhay ko
na hinihintay ko
na wala sa mundo
at hindi ko makita sa mga tao
Maging sa mundo

Mahal kita amang lumikha
Sa iyo ko nakita
Ang tunay na pag ibig
Ikaw ang tunay na pag ibig

Ikaw ang tunay na pag ibig ko

Wala kang kapantay
Ikaw ang pinaka taas ng lahat
Gusto kitang makasama

Sa iyong piling
Sa iyong tabi
Ang luklukan ng aking
Hinagpis at kagalakan
Kasiyahan ko ang iyong
Walang hanggang kaluwalhatian
At pag mamahal

Pinakadakila ang pag ibig mo
Sa iyong salita ako nabubuhay
Sa iyong pagpapala ako nabuhay
Sa iyong pagibig at tinig
Ako humihinga

Ang iyong damdamin at mga plano
Sa aming mga anak at nilikha mo

Ikaw ang tunay na ama sa lahat na may
Pinaka dakilang pag ibig.

Forever an artist, a source
Created in your image
Creator

I am not a creator:

nope.
an amalgamator,
consolidator, a sifter,
a synthesizer, combinator,
employer of words

collect, analyze, repair, modify,
discern the overlapping, intersecting rhythms, the tools,

Drip from my lips, fall from of my grip, from my eyes, salty drip,
and I nail them to my bones,


herein lies my originality....

The millions upon millions of permutations combinations and iterations
That resolved themselves from the madness of my mind, are then attached to my living bones, inseparable, and my living mark of once existence

We are fragile figures. Our pillows at the outskirts of paradise. Befriended by dreams, the mind begins to process the day in Kodachrome. Once it starts, there's no turning off the pictures. She lies beside me. She's reached paradoxical sleep. I'm still on the outside looking in.

Take me there. Beyond the eyelids, where the mind wanders each night. To where the seeds of disturbance must be resolved within us. Some are strengthened. Others desolve as mist. This is how we survive. Chemical fires burn, become tides of memory. Pass the torch of preservation. Keeping them warm and remembered.

A miraculous routine. Live together. Dream alone. Desolate. Magnificent. My eyes are at the moment the apparitions are shut away. My mind in this place, a stretched fabric. Yet, it's far from alone. In the cataloging of miles and years, I sense an odd fellowship cresting without limit. I thought I saw her smile in agreement from her side of sleep.

In the garden where the earth’s soft sighs meet the sky’s eternal gaze,
Ladybirds, small as dreams, flutter through the tender haze.
Their wings, delicate as the soul’s first awakening,
Carry whispers from the Divine, silently, unshaken.

And butterflies, like thoughts that pass through the heart’s door,
Glide upon the winds, seeking the sacred shore.
Their wings, a tapestry of fleeting grace,
A reflection of the Light that guides our place.

O’ seeker, do you measure the Infinite by what your eyes behold?
Do you seek the Divine in the vast, the bright, the bold?
The Lord is found in the humblest of forms,
In the ladybird’s flight, in the butterfly’s storms.

What is size, if not an illusion born of the dust?
In every flutter, in every breath, there is trust.
For the Eternal is hidden in the smallest of things,
In the tiniest creature, the light that sings.

Look not for God in places far or high,
He is the flutter of wings, the tear in the eye.
He is in the moment, in the breath of the leaf,
In the fleeting joy, in the quiet grief.

In every ladybird, in every butterfly,
The Divine stirs and spreads its wings to fly.
O’ heart, know this—size means naught to the One,
For in the smallest breath, the Universe is spun.

So let the dance of the ladybird be your guide,
And the butterfly’s flight, your spirit’s stride.
For the Divine is not measured, not caught by the eye—
He is the breath of the soul, the wings that fly.