Warrior Princess

I am a princess who needs no rescuing. I just need my prince to be truly charming.

~wink~

;p

Dying to Self

With my ACG regulars: (L-R) Warlita, Abragen, Kelly, Melodie & Janeth

In not so many words...

You remind me...

that the WORLD does NOT revolve around ME.

:')

Falling In Love All Over Again

Sometimes, the best moments, the ones that you cherish most, happen spontaneously. To let go of yourself... even for just a while. Then, you learn once again that life is grand.. and grander still.

~@~

Today, I walked that familiar path and allowed myself to get lost in a world I once knew. There's something about the familiar that is comforting... something that soothes the heart oblivious to its pains. And I let the sky cry for me. A walk in the rain... alone with my Umbrella.

~@~

I heartily wolfed down the breakfast meal that was supposed to be my dinner. I was careful not to eat everything up lest I lose every right to stay in that most-coveted-corner-couch of the coffee shop. So I sipped a little of my cappucino... and I ate a bit of my bagel and eggs. I sat conversing with an imaginary companion seated across me on an Empty Chair. It has been a while... so many rendezvous I've refused... and yet, His eyes were full of longing and love for me. And I felt my heart, swelling with love again for Him. A rekindled fire I thought I've lost with no hope of regaining. But it was You who found me. And today, I have fallen in love with You. All over again.

~@~

Sometimes, the best moments, the ones that you cherish most, happen spontaneously - SPONTANEOUS, AT LEAST FROM OUR PERSPECTIVE. To let go of yourself... even for just a while. Then, you learn once again that life is grand.. and grander still.


And indeed it is. :)

I Like For You To Be Still (Pablo Neruda)

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me far away and my voice does
not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of a dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly
cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does
not reach you.

Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrows as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it's not true.

Beheld by Grace

I will never cease to be amazed at Your awesome grace. My life... will always be Your tale of grace.