Something To Look Forward To

Be thankful
that you don’t already
have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be
to look forward to?

Be thankful
when you don’t know something,
It gives you
the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful
for the difficult times.
During those times
you grow.

Be thankful
for your limitations,
because they give you
opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful
for each new challenge,
because it will build
your strength and character.

Be thankful
for your mistakes.
They will teach you
valuable lessons.

Be thankful
when you’re tired and weary,
because it means
you’ve made a difference.

It’s easy to be thankful
for the good things.

A life of rich fulfillment
comes to those
who are also thankful
for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn
a negative into a positive.

Find a way to be thankful
for your troubles,
and they can become
your blessings.

The Invitation

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for
a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting
your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets
are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the
center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s
betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with
pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the
tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic

Heart, we will forget him

by Emily Dickinson

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!

Letting Go

Wala na ‘ko magawa kasi tinatamad na ko nang sobra kaya kung anu-ano na lang hinanap ko sa google until I came across this.

Letting Go
by Judy Burnette

How do you walk away from someone you love
And take the road of friend;
Can you reroute the course you have taken
And start over once again?

I don’t really want to let you go
But inside me I know I must;
The times we’ve loved . . . the times you’ve left
My heart says stay . . . but it’s my mind I must trust.

We have shared so much together
Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;
Yet sometimes we can’t turn back time
We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.

I know one day you will be happy
And your soulmate you will find;
I know we each have one out there
Even if for now . . . only in our minds.

May life be gentle with you
May God’s best come your way;
And on some quiet tomorrow
You will realize things were better this way.

Ipo-post ko na rin ang comment ni Raj from my Multiply site where I initially posted this poem. =)

raj18 wrote today at 5:48 PM ang ganda naman bakla…kala ko busy-busyhan ka dyan sa desk mo, un pala pumepetiks ka din.ahahahaha

Of Love (from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran)

From: The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation

Of Love:

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you,
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for you pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until your pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses  not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

A poem from Paulo Coelho’s Eleven Minutes

The poem that Ralf asked Maria to read…

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embraceing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

If A Dog Were Your Teacher

Author Unknown
If a dog were your teacher
These are some of the lessons you
might learn…

When loved ones come home, always run
to greet them
Never pass up the opportunity to go
for a joyride
Allow the experience of fresh air and
the wind in your face
to be pure ecstasy

When it’s in your best interest
practice obedience
Let others know when they’ve invaded
your territory
Take naps and stretch before rising
Run romp and play daily

Thrive on attention and let people
touch you
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will
do
On warm days stop to lie on your back
on the grass
On hot days drink lots of water and
lay under a shady tree
When you’re happy dance around and wag
your entire body

No matter how often you’re scolded
don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout
run right back and make friends

Delight in the simple joy of a long
walk
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm
Stop when you have had enough
Be loyal
Never pretend to be something you’re
not

If what you want lies buried
dig until you find it
When someone is having a bad day
be silent …..
…sit close by.

…and nuzzle them gently.

edit delete reply flippylen19 wrote on May 24, ’07 Go get one na! I want a White Sharpee nga eh… Gastos lang kasi eh…=p

delete reply alwinner wrote on May 24, ’07 awww… this is nice… reminds me of my dog…and makes me wanna have a new one…

edit delete reply flippylen19 wrote on May 24, ’07 I know. I just got it from a friend =)

delete reply joiedreyes wrote on May 24, ’07 awww ganda 🙂

Si Tu Me Olvidas / If You Forget Me

By Pablo Neruda
En Español:

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.

***********************************

By Pablo Neruda
In English:

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loveing me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.