The pause is important. It invests in us a conviction that it is important awaken.
I did have my pause, and the heaviness of it was malevolent. But when I finally opened my eyes...
...there it was: Light.
16 March 2006
Morning
There is an evil moment right before waking when everything seems to pause, and in that moment of suspension a dark and unbearable weight hovers over us until we make a movement – lift a hand, twitch a thigh – and then the heaviness lifts and we are fully awake.
The pause is important. It invests in us a conviction that it is important awaken.
I did have my pause, and the heaviness of it was malevolent. But when I finally opened my eyes...
...there it was: Light.
The pause is important. It invests in us a conviction that it is important awaken.
I did have my pause, and the heaviness of it was malevolent. But when I finally opened my eyes...
...there it was: Light.
kaidto ko pa kinamutan an liwanag dawa pigsasabi kan iba na nakakalugad ini na garo matarum na labaha na pig-padaluyig sa malipot na sintido..
ReplyDeletean liwanag makulog sana man sa enot na paghiling lalo na kung biglaan. pero pagkalampas nin pirang segundo, minalaog ining maimbong sa hawak asin dai ta na mamawoton na magbalik pa sa kadikolman.
ReplyDeletewow i wish i could appreciate mornings like that like that.
ReplyDeleteand about your newfound calling: the world is always in need of another sharpshooter-superhero.
i'm a writer pretending to be a superhero. it's fun. i feel like i'm four. ahehehe
ReplyDeleteThe pause... and the black black coffee is important ! ;-)
ReplyDeletestrange how i did not need coffee. :)
ReplyDeletetoo late, homer. i'm already in the hands of that mercenary.
ReplyDeleteblame the shirt and the scarf. ;)
ReplyDeletedai ko mahiling si video manay.....
ReplyDeleteLet there be light in your life, M! :) Happy for you. Beautiful writing, as always. I love the elegance and "aerial" quality of your prose.
ReplyDeletethanks, janet. i actually enjoy being lukaret. between trigger and hammer. wushu.
ReplyDeleteyou've been blinded by the light, girl.
ReplyDeletedid you sleep at the yard? :)
ReplyDeletenice prose.
did you sleep at the yard? :)
ReplyDeletenice prose.
actually.
ReplyDeleteshe is not blind, laitera, she is used to that. help yourself girl
ReplyDelete:-(
maski pa ngani mag tago ka ning husto, pag nag abot ang panahon na ang liwanag nag abot na... aaboton ka kainiho....siring man kang buhay ta may aldaw ning kadikloman..dai pag lingawan malipas man sana iyan.
ReplyDeleteF.
Mabalos, F.
ReplyDeletewow! a bicolana and a writer at that...i look forward to reading one of your works,=).
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