The Beauty of Our Domain


The Beauty of Our Domain
                        The Beauty of Our Domain

Wake up to the pale light of the lovely morn
Hear the birds sing praising for the new day
As the sun rises, new hopes are born
worries disappear, your heart joyfully sway

The ripples of the brooks, how pleasant to hear
Roses’ inviting fragrance is life to smell
Your long-borne loads will be easier to bear
You will raise to heights no one can tell

As the sun shines on you my dear little son
Life-giving warmth sooth through your heart
And all of your trouble will turn into fun
Life, hope and joy will fill your every part

Behold the waves of the ripening grain
The breeze will bring you their pleasant smell
With thoughts that you exixtence is not in vain
They fill your life with unending thrill

When the sun’s heat burns your sweaty soul
The green shady trees silently invite you
The rippling brooks fills your emptiness to the full
With crystal-clear water all your sorrow will go

Behold the peaceful blue sky
While the pretty lovebirds tirelessly sing
Your thoughts will soar a thousand miles high
Your exhausted breast will merrily ring

Behold the inspiring things around you, my dear
They are colored with the light of the golden sun
The green surroundings that this place wear
Help make you strong and your weariness be gone

The penetrating cold wind that softly blow
Make this paradise dance with glee
It will tenderly shake off the failures you knew
New hopes appear, away your doubts flee

The murmur of the creek’s clear cold water
The sighs of the breeze as it blow over the fields
They’ll create in you a heart-touching prayer
And you will reap the lasting peace that they yeild

My son, see the paradise’s colorful sunset
When the sun will rest after its weary day
Darkness will begin to spread its confusing net
The once blue sky will slowly turn to gray

Before the darkness reign the sun will turn to red
The lovebirds song become so sad as if they weep
With motherly lullabies they bid their young to bed
And when the night come, all living creatures fall asleep

Heart-hugging calmness is what you feel, my dear
When you are in our paradise’s night
Soothing night breeze pierce you like a spear
It’ll refresh your soul till the fading of your light

The pale moon will shine on you while you peacefully rest
Dancing over you are the glittering stars
You will in your dreamed comfort at its best
Heartaches will be forgotten, gone will be their scars

Feel the tenderness of the roaming night winds
It will loosen your breast which had been so tight
Its profound joy to you it kindly lends
You will be in paradise till the dawn spread its pale light

                                                 doroastig
                                                 sometime in mid ’77
                                                 Cadunan, Mabini, Davao del Norte




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Transmutation


Transmutation

                        Transmutation

I won’t miss the sun, it’s light nor it’s warmth
I won’t miss the pale dawn nor the grey dusk
Nor the starry nights with the breeze so mild and soothing
That penetrates through the breast where hearts are aching

I won’t care if flowers fade, in them there’ll be no beauty
I won’t care if the birds will sing not the song of liberty
If the seas will run dry and skies will turn to black
And man will have the all the wars and peace they lack

          if they’ll make me hungry
               the bread I’ll eat not
          if they’ll make me thirsty
               the wine I’ll sip not
          if they’ll make me lifeless
               I’ll be living
          if they’ll make me motionless
               I’ll be moving

          I can’t be scented
               I’ll have no odor
          I won’t fade
               I’ll have no color
          I can’t be molded
               I’ll be shapeless
          I won’t grow old
               I’ll be ageless

          They’ll make me dumb
               but I can loudly shout
          That the seeds I’ve sown
               all began to sprout
          Then there’ll be no yesterday
               there’ll be no tomorrow
          There’ll be pure joy
               there’ll be no sorrow

          At last I’ll find all the glories
               no more life’s storm
          I’ll remember not my sad stories
               only my long-dreamt rainbows form

I’m tired of being alive, and who is not?
Who’ll watch the play when performers rot?
We all saw it but only few like to stare
And the characters said they don’t care
As long as they can show to us who they are
By changing love stories into stories of war
They can’t hear us with our soft whisper
For their dreams are as deafening as thunder
We have the preacher’s music but it’s all in vain
All of us heard but only a few cared to listen
When shall we learn to stick to the words?
shall we when we’ll be pierced with swords?

                                                 by doroastig
                                                 sometime in the mid’75



I wrote this almost forty years ago when the time was so harsh. When I did this, my vision was blurred that I was not able to see lightnings, only the roar of thunder. That was the time I transformed myself.

Now I am awaken and can clearly see the lightning and hear its roaring thunder. The thunder I heard forty years ago was just a drum beaten to make people believe there was a storm, unlike the present situation when the storm is a real one. If I have transformed myself with a man-made storm then, how much more with a real one now?





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