April fool's day. What can be done to make a dream come true? Dreamers
can't make things happen but rather doers do after they dream.
Monday. The first workday of the month. A solemn prayer starts the
day where he gains his inner strength and is surrounded by his friends'
great confidence in him.
by life's storm, like a boat seeking a safe place to moor. Worry not little
man, you came to seek me and I shall give you a plan. Follow me and you
shall be great to your fellow man. A voice was heard in the eclipse of
the storm. And the skies have cleared showing the face of the glowing
sun. --J.Q. Gonzales
Good morning Maui. I turned on my laptop and started to play Jim
Brickman's Missing Moments CD which I got from eBay.com
yesterday. Music is powerful. It alters man's emotions where he can go
by leaps and bounds. It makes him make the impossible possible.
am inspired by the people around me. Believe it or not I found my refuge
in them because the Most High have put them in there along my path and
thank my God for you everytime I think of you" --Phil 1:3
Two a.m. when I got home. The night seemed endless but I have to tell
my mind it's time to rest. Serinity. Make it happen. Open everything to
possibilities. Creative minds in their creative ways of living. Perhaps
it is human nature to fail. Success can be achieved after a thousand of
failures. Live to succeed! Persist and persevere!
I had a busy day... mostly doing my craft of creativity. Sometimes
its tiring but the fruits of my labor shall pay off. Inspiration and imagination
fuel my creativity. I shall get there...believe me. :)
to live. I live to write; the pen is the extension of my soul for it speaks
the language of my soul. A reader lives for the writer and the writer
lives for the reader." -- Keoni Gonzales
evening filled by a presence where the sound of music enlivens their commonness.
She goes on a journey, and looking back he's there with his eyes gazing
upon her. She felt his longing and her face was flowing with tears. She
assured him. The winds from the East carried her kiss she have blown.
He felt it...his heart was filled with joy because he knew she'll be back
for him. She knew he's always there for her and that gave her a reason
to come back. Maktub! The alchemist told the boy citing everything is
written in the Soul of the World. -- Inspired thought from the book
Time passes by, and every moment makes living life meaningful. A blissful
encounter of life's journey...the paths crossing and a voice touching
the depths of the soul. A heart beats in unison with a heart afar. A feather
crosses the ocean sea with hopes of getting there, so much vibrance, and
there awaits someone to receive the feather. The feather found its destiny
on a woman's headdress, showing her
Wag kang mabubuloy,
okey? Take it from 'Parokya ni Edgar.' Life is precious, there is always
light at the end of the tunnel.
Earth Day. Mother Earth nurtures the life with her elements. When
we love her we give her back what is due to her as we consume her resources
for her sustenance.
feels much anguish when she thinks of the people who berated her. Constant
prayer and forgiveness shall heal her wounds. It's a fact of life that
the existence of such people makes the weak strong. She was so humble
and welcomed the people in her life and sometimes she would think that
'love begets love' is not true. Don't hate, never put hate in the heart.
For hate eats up the soul and leads to grieving. Suffering is part of
human experience. Despair, it exists but do not think that God has abandoned
the suffering and the needy for His Holy Spirit comforts and imparts Life,
Truth, and Peace.
your life is in peril read this and calling God's name. For God is your
is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, in the
mountain of his holiness. Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole
earth, is mount Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great
King. God is known in her palaces for a refuge. For, lo, the kings were
assembled, they passed by together. They saw it, and so they marvelled;
they were troubled, and hasted away. Fear took hold upon them there, and
pain, as of a woman in travail. Thou breakest the ships of Tarshish with
an east wind. As we have heard, so have we seen in the city of the LORD
of hosts, in the city of our God: God will establish it for ever. Selah.
We have thought of thy lovingkindness, O God, in the midst of thy temple.
According to thy name, O God, so is thy praise unto the ends of the earth:
thy right hand is full of righteousness. Let mount Zion rejoice, let the
daughters of Judah be glad, because of thy judgments. Walk about Zion,
and go round about her: tell the towers thereof. Mark ye well her bulwarks,
consider her palaces; that ye may tell it to the generation following.
For this God is our God for ever and ever: he will be our guide even unto
(King James Version)
The entrepreneur, the artist hungry and deprived. He seeks the very
best in him fueled by his persistence to succeed. Do you see you have
the incredible human potential? Of being the best you can be? Open your
eyes and be inspired to make it happen. Inspiration fuels your perspiration.
You are born an entrepreneur, an artist. Live it.
very existence of the people who believes in you makes you live in your
fullest. It is love that lets you see through the heart and soul of humanity.
You speak the 'language of the world.'
Philippines make its history by jailing its President. Was justice served?
A country divided by ideologies, where do you go if you are in between?
How are ya? Down under where I have tea. A sheila gave me a fried
chook. And later one arvo. we had a barbie where a bloke began earbashing
with his jokes. I began to starve that I need to have cut lunch. I bagan
to whinge, I craved for a slab. Whoa, this slab is piss weak. I'd rather
have a plonk. I have to leave the uni soon for Maui. That sheila was a
bewdie. I'll be coming back to flog her heart. -- My attempt of writing
in the Australian English.
He stopped thinking today and took a day of rest. His energy was drained.
He looked up the sky and prayed. Sometimes he encounters distractions
along the way but he moves on to trek the road ahead.
great wind. You brought me up with wings so I could fly. I know I have
the wings but teach me to be up in the sky. Do you see me weep in my slumber?
Do you feel my heart aching? When I long to fly, abandon me not. You are
the wind beneath my wings.
into the mirror. What does it reflect? Is it an image other than yours?
Do you know yourselves better than others? Please try putting answers
to these questions I have asked. -- From a letter written in July 12,
those rumors you've known from unreliable sources, I believe you have
been hooked hard from their hooked tongue. You are not animals with only
insticts. You are humans, with the ability to discriminate real and fakes,
true and false, good and evil, and [hot and cold.] Don't you know that
your very own existence had a purpose? I presume that I'm crazy, or a
lunatic, as you might think of what I'm saying. No mind is dull, it's
only your will that makes it all dull. Be real! You might think that the
world around you is just an illusion, a hologram perhaps, a mind-bending
stimulus that gives you a variety of responses. How can you be sure if
he or she speaks of the truth? I am asking you again, how? How do your
senses analyze those facts and fallacies? Are they done with careful judgment
or just jumping into conclusion? -- From a letter written in July 12,
I go back to my archives and read them back. It's quite interesting to
know. I have never believed that these inspired thoughts existed at a
tender age. I have so much to offer; something I never knew is existent.
Thank you for the Gift.
do people treat her like that. She is the nicest person in the whole world.
Her kindness is repaid by cruelty. But her reward shall come from Heaven
because she has the Spirit to endure. Forgiveness eases the heart bringing
peace of mind. Weep and rejoice o woman for you are blessed by God's grace.
Your strength against the elements of darkness shall make you great from
their eyes. Weep not because you are clothed with the love of the Almighty
because He will not abandon you in your distress. You are my mother. I
am your son.
heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made
touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. -- Ps 45:1