A frog is just a frog
It’s not a prince
A wall is just a wall
It is not a door
A dead frog is just a dead frog
It leaves a stain
A stain is just a stain
Some mess to clean
A dead frog is the essence of
The stain
The stain is the reminder of the truth
The truth is just the truth
It [...]
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frog-prince
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged amphibian, frog, Ulrike Gerbig on May 14, 2009 | 1 Comment »
hands
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged 400d, bikol, Camarines Sur, cwc, d80, digital photography, hands, Naga City, photography, photojourn, sorsogon on January 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Hands live to caress and love.
Hands live to fight and die.
Forever living hands, forever exploring are hands.
Remarkable hands, storied hands.
Hands, hands can build.
Hands can mold, shape, and speak.
Hands can grasp for the heavens, touch it and believe in the make believers.
Through the fingers thoughts explode as pen touches paper.
Tones and melodies erupt from inner [...]
Retirement
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged 400d, agriculturist, bikol, Calabanga, Camarines Sur, d80, digital photography, farmer, Fisherman, gawad kalinga, habitat build, jobs, Naga City, National Irrigation Administration, Penafrancia Festival, photography, procession, retirement, retiring, river, Sabang, scavenger, wedding photographer on December 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
A child imagines some of the feelings his dad has gone through in his long life. He imagines the struggles and frustrations his dad has gone through. He is happy that now that his father is retired, he can sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labors.
my papa working as volunteer builder for the [...]
Your Name
Posted in photography, poem on December 16, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.
- Jessica Blade -
Who Can Steal the Moon!
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged 400d, Mt. Isarog, night shot on October 19, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The Zen master Ryokan lived a very simple life in a little hut at the foot of the mountain. one night, when the master was away, a thief broke into the hut only to discover that there was nothing to steal.
Ryokan returned and caught the burglar. “You have put yourself to much trouble to visit [...]
River Water for Sale
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged anthony de mello, bikol, d80, river on October 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The master’s sermon that day consisted of one enigmatic sentence.
With a wry smile he said, “All I do is sit by the bank of the river, selling river water.”
I was so busy buying the water that i failed to see the river.
the Contented Fisherman
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged Bikol river, cabusao, contentment, d80, Fisherman, Naga City, Sbang on October 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The rich industrialist from the North was horrified to find the Southern fisherman lying lazily beside his boat, smoking a pipe.
“Why aren’t you out fishing?” said the industrialist.
“Because I have caught enough fish for the day,” said the fisherman.
“Why don’t you catch some more?”
“What would I do with it?”
“You could earn more money” was the [...]
The Question
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged Calabanga, Camarines Sur, Mt. Isarog National Park, night shot, Search Within on October 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Said the monk, “All the mountains and rivers and the earth and stars -where do they come from?”
Said the master, “Where does your question come from?”
Search within.
Salt and Cotton in the River
Posted in ice cream shop, photography, poem, product shot, reflection, wedding, tagged Bikol river, Naga City, religion, Sabang, scavenger on October 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Nasrudin was taking a of salt to the market. His donkey waded through the river and the salt dissolved. When it reached the opposite bank the animal ran around in circles, overjoyed that its load had been lightened. nasrudin was annoyed.
On the next market day he packed the panniers with cotton. The ass nearly [...]
True Spirituality
Posted in photography, poem, reflection, tagged d80, Naga City, Penafrancia Festival, procession, traslacion on October 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The master was asked,”What is spirituality?”
He said, “Spirituality is that which succeeds in bringing one to inner transformation.”
“But if I apply the traditional methods handed down by the masters, is that not spirituality?”
“It is not spirituality if it does not perform its function for you. a blanket is no longer a blanket if it does [...]