Its dark because you are trying too

hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do
everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though youre
feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and
lightly cope with them.
I was so preposterously serious in
those days, such a humorless little
prig.
Lightly, lightly its the best advice
ever given me.
When it comes to dying even. Nothing
ponderous, or portentous, or
emphatic.
No rhetoric, no tremolos,
no self conscious persona putting on
its celebrated imitation of Christ or
Little Nell.
And of course, no theology, no
metaphysics.
Just the fact of dying and the fact of
the clear light.
So throw away your baggage and go
forward.
There are quicksands all about you,
sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and
self-pity and despair.
Thats why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.

May kadiliman sapagkat masyado ang

iyong pagsubok.
Dahan-dahan anak, unti-unti. Matuto
ka na gawin ang lahat nang dahandahan.
Oo, gaangan mo ang iyong
pakiramdam bagamat mabigat ang
iyong dinadala.
Hayaan mo na umagos ang mga
pangyayari at dahan-dahan mo itong
intindihin.
Kay baligho ng aking pagdidibdib
noong araw, tila ba palalong hindi
mabiro.
Dahan-dahan, unti-unti ito ang
pinakamabisang payo saakin.
Kahit pa patungkol sa kamatayan.
Walang kahit anong kabigatan, o
pagbabahala, o pagdidiin.
Walang retorika, walang panginginig.
Walang katauhang may kamalayan na
isinusuot ang kanyang kinilalang
imitasyon sa Diyos o kay Little Nell.
At syempre, wala iyang teolohiya, o
malalalim na agham.
Tanging ang katotohanan lang ng
kamatayan at katunayan ng liwanag.
Kayat bitawan mo na iyong mga
kargada at sumulong ka.
Puro kuminoy sa paligid mo,
Sinisipsip ang iyong mga paa,
Pilit kang hinihila pababa sa iyong mga
takot at pagkaawa sa sarili at kawalan
ng pag-asa.
Kayat marahan lang dapat ang iyong
paglalakad.
Dahan-dahan, aking sinta,
patiyad at walang pabigat,
kahit pa ang pinakamagaang na supot
lubusang walang hadlang.

Island, Aldous Huxley

Isla, Aldous Huxley

The ancients would lift

a clay spout to your lips
water and honey and wine.
I give you milk, softened
with wine, and swear
you'll never hunger, never
thirst while I'm alive.
What suffering I can't preclude
I'll soothe with singing:

Ang mga sinauna ang magaangat

Ang luwad na bumuga sa iyong
labi
tubig at pulot at basi
Bibigyan kita ng gatas, pinalambot
kasama ng alak, at pangako
Hindi ka magugutom kailanman, hindi
mauuhaw habang akoy buhay
Ang pagdurusang hindi mapipigilan
Pagiginhawain ko sa pagkanta:

My future, for you

Ang kinabukasan ko, para sa iyo
not the greenness of a leaf
but of the leaves on all
the April branches.
Fire, I give you fuel. I sweat
and chop the wood.
I tender forever in you
who begin where I end as if
your body is
my body, your elegance
my elegance.
Sustenance, emptiness
is lack of you, yearning is
the road to where you are.
You are the road, the where,
the song, the hunger. Child,
I give you sleep, I sing
you there.

Love Song, Maggie Dietz

Hindi ang kaberdehan ng dahon

Kung hindi nang lahat ng dahon
Sa lahat ng sanga ng Abril.
Apoy, bigay koy panggatong. Pawis ko

Dimly lit barrooms and booze-fueled

capers
Ziplocks and glass pipes and fruitflavored papers
Tall water bottles Ive topped with gin
These are a few of my favorite sins
Late-night addresses and hard, heavy
kisses
Mischief and pleasure and in-between
places
Lovers in bet than don naught but a
grin
These are a few of my favorite sins
Girls in black dresses with smoke on
their fingers
Boys that know how to hold down their
own liquor
Bright colored figures tattooed on their
skin
These are a few of my favorite sins
And when come light,
When the night thins,
When Im feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite sins,
And then I dont feel so bad.
Untitled, 8bitfiction

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the
hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by
day
You tell me of our future that you
plannd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not
grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption
leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I
had,
Better by far you should forget and
smile
Than that you should remember and
be sad.
Remember, Christina Rossetti