My soul has traveled a distance
Equal to zero
From an undefined
Origin up to this real existence;
My body cannot find
Any evidence
Of the secret passage
Through which I passed,
Except of what my spirit carries --
A bit of the past subsistence
Which intersects a segment
Of this present being.
The reason why I returned
Lies beyond my thinking,
For I left this world
With an unfinished calling.
I am here,
With my heart beating,
For her.
BINABASA MO ANG
Kurit and Other Poems
PoesíaA poem is partly like a recipe. A poet has to have a cupful of experiences, a spoonful of creativity, a tinge of inspiration, and a bit of solitude. These pieces are combined and mixed without any external stirring but by a mere desire for self-expr...
