the shivering woman

Yesterday afternoon, while walking towards our office after attending Holy Mass, Che-che and I, saw a woman lying on the floor in front of the Blessed Calungsod Hall.

“ Ngano man ni ? ” Che-che sort of grasped.

The woman looked like she was in pain. She was shivering, lying sideways on the semi-wet floor for it was just a few minutes ago since the rain had stopped. It had rained for about an hour.

“Tugnaw man, higda ko.”...she said.

Without doing anything to help, we walked past her as I told her to transfer to a drier spot at the side of the building.

She looked just like all the other homeless ones who sometimes take shelter in that place - the wandering street children, the madmen and women, beggars and scavengers.

Moments past and the unknown woman was forgotten as we went through our own business...Che-che has to finish distributing copies of the Hamiling Parokyano Newsletter to the different chapel communities tomorrow and she has yet to buy milk for her children , and i have to go home to be with my family for dinner.

I couldn’t remember if she was still there when we got out of our office. She might have blended well with the vicinity.

Busy as we were with our own affairs, we didn’t find time to even think of her.

It was just this morning as I was praying and thanking God for another gift of life that the image of that shivering woman crossed my mind.

“ Oh my God ! why didn't we do something?"

Skipping breakfast, I went hurriedly back to the place where we found her. She wasn't there anymore.

I went home carrying a guilty conscience, and it's still with me even as I write this...

rolling stone

she's all wrap up

in her multi-tasking orgy

but deep from the bottom up

she can't stand all this hurly-burly

she thinks she's fine

she says dont ya mind

she's a modern day rolling stone

she's never stoned but she's got no bone

she can't call anybody her own

she's alone, i tell you,

she's all alone...

begone

we both concealed the light
and saw things differently
from what they really were

pull the curtains now
open the windows
let fresh air come through
let pure light come in

its about time to break away
from our game and my illusions

awaken my love and go..............

the flow

and that icy palm

of the saintly immortal

will never be hot again

just because the moon no longer

wants to be kissed by the sun

but his light still shines

on both sinners and saints

he does as he pleases

and knows what he is about

be gone my love

and drink your own secretions

hit the road you sunny

your not as hot as hell anymore

you're on your own now angel moon

may your dim light shine on that crazy cat

you can do it

i told you so

i don't want to remember

i dont want to know

this is the flow

you are still you

this is your world

own it