FLYINGpaperBOAT

My Flying Paper Boat

rajbay — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 15:12:12 +0000

This is my own paper boat. Made from my own set of papers. Valuable papers. Carefully folded by the hands of time and fate. Making ordinary papers to a timeless paper boat. Sailing not on the deep dark blue ocean, but flying across the vast blue skies. Traveling through the world of uncertainties, of ups and downs, of weirdness, of happiness, of perfectness and of darkness. This is my paper boat, carrying my life’s load. Going through the real world with the fear of getting wet in the ocean and getting blown by the wind of the cloudy skies. Afraid of the darkness of the seas and the bright lights above the clouds.Cutting through the measured illusionary space of unreal world. Passing through the bright colorful world of imagination. Then waking up again. Turning left and right on the lonely corners of the road, floating through the loud busy streets of the metro. Passing through the tunnel of love and friendship. Staring at the coldness and darkness of the evening and munching on the warmness of the daylight. Enjoying the deafening silence of the night and the soft loudness of the day. This is my journey, through time and space. My flying paper boat.

Love over the dark blue shade

rajbay — Sun, 31 May 2009 09:44:39 +0000

Emmet Fox defines love…

There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer;
no disease that enough love will not heal;
no door that enough love will not open;
no gulf that enough love will not bridge;
no wall that enough love will not throw down;
no sin that enough love will not redeem…
It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
how hopeless the outlook; how muddled the tangle; how great the mistake.
A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be
the happiest and most powerful being in the world…
~Emmet Fox~

bakit may umiiyak

rajbay — Mon, 18 May 2009 06:10:40 +0000

A poem I made years back, around Januray of 2007.

bakit….

Sa bawat pagdampi ng ating mga pisngi sa hanging ating nilalanghap
Sa bawat pagmulat ng ating mga mata para muling masilayan ang mundo
May mga tao tayong masisilayan, masusulyapan at makakasalubong
Mga taong napadaan lang sa parehong landas na ating tinatahak
sa bawat pagdating ng mga taong ito sa ating buhay
magiiwan sila ng isang marka, simbolo at tatak
sa isipan natin, katawan natin, puso natin at sa buo nating pagkatao
para sa kanilang paglisan sila’y hindi natin malilimutan
ngunit ang lahat ba ay kailangan lang dumaan, sumalubong?
Hindi ba sila pwedeng mamalagi, manirahan sa puso natin?
Hinid ba pwedeng habang buhay na parehong landas ang ating tatahakin?
Bakit kailangang may lumiko? Bakit kailangan bumalik?
Sa bawat takbo ng kamay ng orasan
Sa bawat pagikot ng bilog na mundo
May nawawala’t dumarating sa buahy natin
Para mabuo natin ang nagkapira-piraso nating sarili
Ngunit hindi ba pwedeng huminto ang orasan?
Hindi ba pwedeng huminto sa pagikot ang mundo?
Hindi ba pwedeng tumigil ang hangin sa pagihip?
Hindi ba pwedeng nakamulat nalamang ang ating mga mata?
Nang sa gayon, hindi na natin kailangan lumanghap ulit ng hangin
Hindi na natin kailangan imulat muli ang ating mga mata
Hindi na kailangan ng mga tatak o simobolo na iiwan
Dahil wala nang daraan pa, bagkos sa puso natin sila’y maninirahan
Upang wala nang sakit na madarama sa bawat pagalis
Upang wala nang hapdi na madarama sa bawat paglisan
Upang wala nang luhang muling tutulo sa mga mata
Ng mga taong nagmahal, nagmamahal at magmamahal pa…