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Miracles Are Common

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” – C.S. Lewis

Phenomenon – A Pileus Iridescent Cloud – Horns

Phenomenon - A Pileus Iridescent Cloud - Horns

"a pileus iridescent cloud, a group of water droplets that have a uniformly similar size and so together diffract different colors of sunlight by different amounts. " - explanation taken from nasa.gov

– Photo taken by XYLDRAE DIANE JACOB BILLER from Caramoan Islands, Camarines Sur, Philippines | See also nasa.gov.

“Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature.” – Saint Augustine

Phenomenon – A Pileus Iridescent Cloud – Halo

"a pileus iridescent cloud, a group of water droplets that have a uniformly similar size and so together diffract different colors of sunlight by different amounts. " - explanation taken from nasa.gov

– Photo taken by XYLDRAE DIANE JACOB BILLER from Caramoan Islands, Camarines Sur, Philippines | See also | See also nasa.gov.

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A Song saying “MIRACLES ARE COMMON, SO BELIEVE IT AND BEHOLD IT” :

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Xonnette*Soul is now up!

On what expense does a man bare his soul
to a woman he does not intend to keep?
And on what expense does a man keep
a woman he does not intend to bare his soul with?

Excerpts from On What Expense.

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Batangas – Traversing Mt. Batulao

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Cavite – Pico De Loro Summit


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DECONSTRUCTING JIM MORRISON (Prose to lay off that Cinderella poem and elaborate a facebook profile pic description)

People have claimed that at the climax of Jim Morrison’s “mockery on God”, God took his life. He died.

Perhaps people say that upon perceiving some unconventional poetry of his such as this segment of one of his works:


And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night

eating pussy
til the mind runs
clean

Is it rolling, God

in the Persian Night?

On that, all I can say is this:

“In this meaningless life of mine I have seen both of these: a righteous man perishing in his righteousness, and a wicked man living long in his wickedness.” – Ecclesiastes 7:15

At first I thought Jim Morisson is an anti-Christ. But the more I read his works, poetry… the more I see and feel him seeking Christ. Besides, he most wrote His name with the appropriate capital letters, one thing that requires absolute belief and great reverence. Afterall… he speaks of the garden of Eden as he admits the worst he is in… and desperate to return… (“God’s strength is best seen in our weaknesses” says most people)… He pleads as a true believer:


“There’s a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born

Now I’m a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden

Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you’re gone

& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden

A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world

Where friends do lie and drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens”

– excerpts from his “PARIS JOURNAL”

“I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.”
– Proverbs 8:17

I do not know Jim Morrison personally. But from his genius works, lamentations perhaps, this Light I’ve found.

I use his poem TIME WORKS LIKE ACID in this profile picture:

Xyldrae's most judged Profile Picture on Facebook

TIME WORKS LIKE ACID – Jim Morrison

Time works like acid
Stained eyes
You see time fly

The face changes as the heart beats
& breathes

We are not constant
We are an arrow in flight
The sum of the angles of change

Her face changed in the car
eyes & skin & hair remain
the same. But a hundred similar
girls succeed each other

…because it says many different things, good and bad, challenging the perciever to behold God’s and man’s art, one of the two, or something plain superficial to be taken in a worldly manner. And perceptions change every second as sights do, even still photographs… Herein, “a hundred similar girls succeed each other”.

I only look down on people to understand their worst, and through their overcoming, behold their best whether the best has taken form or not.

Jim Morrison (from wikipedia.org)

By the way… I’m driven to write about Jim Morrison after a poetry-reading session with my Babes, Sherylene De La Cruz. We understand these things perfectly together, discussions unnecessary. After reading each other random works of his, epiphanies, we came up with our own scribbles:

THREE STEPS


As the wind blows, my knees weakened
and found myself in prayer.
The elements cast our heads bowed-
celestial inclination
after shrinking’s end
Off to the tunnel of glory
casting away all the fury – Let there be
drought for deep awakening!

SOME KIND OF FUNERAL


Dirge for the superficial will,
The sheep,
The crab,
The maggots,
And the geniuses in ghost-disguise.
A funeral for the
Abortionists
Of Art,
Of Life

Look for that insight
Embedded on the estranged heart.
Be it welcomed. Nourished. Flourished.
No digging of shallow holes
Of/For the rotten.

But explore that Black Hole
That’s existence’s already to You known!

Eternity
Was and Is

Always a part of You.

BABES Poetry Night

The perfect pessimists together, digging the Light from the worst, becoming greater optimists by the hour, and optimism has no bounds.

This shall void the “laying off” part but here’s the link to the Cinderella poem (just click the sentence).


I Support PROJECTOFURAGAMA

This is the YouTube account of my colleagues in Heraldo Filipino (DLSU-D’s Official Publication), Jheck Cogama and Jake Ofrasio. They excel in film making, photography and everything ART. They have always brought me much inspiration in this field and I would like to share their wonderful works with others.

So far, they only have 2 short films uploaded, 1 in which I’m in. I star as Paraluman in Jake’s “Paraluman”. Although they are embedded here, I prefer if people go visit their site, comment or favorite. Just click on the links. 😀

Paraluman
is "a film about discovering things…and finding out there not what you think they are."

Scythe
is an award-winning film with the synopsis: "Man’s perception about Life after death".


PARADOX

I curse blindness for being the only one who saw

I curse sweetness for being bitter the most

I curse fortitude that brought me to my fall

And I curse softness that inflicted crooked stillness,

Who inflicted pestilence, fierce and massive

I curse reality for being so fake

And I curse curses for cursing back at me

To end up desolate for what I’m fed up with…

To claim victory over my own defeat…

To wake up still in perennial slumber,

Drifting off to surrealism wide awake…

To think of thinking when the mind has only emptiness

All to end up knowing that you do not know

(I omitted the last lines!)

I am the true author of this poem. Paradox was first published in Heraldo Filipino, the Official Publication of De La Salle University – Dasmarinas (DLSU-D) Palad vol.4. Credits are at the back part of the booklet where you will find my name as author to this poem and many others. To those who have plagiarized it, stop faking your poor soul or you’ll never grow!

In the link below, I have found a post titled “Paradox on a Summer” which contains half of my “Paradox” and half of another poem of mine called “Quarry” :
THE DEVIL

More proof of this authorship? Ask the Lasallians! These are are archived in the DLSU-D Library. Checkout the list of most of my published articles in My Heraldo Filipino Articles.

ONE MORE PLAGIARIZER I’VE DISCOVERED:


PLAGIARIZER

Her Friendster Profile which, if this URL has changed, means she had already acted on her guilt. (X_+)

View Image of the poor soul…