ding reyes books

 

Ding Reyes Writes 30...

WISHPERS

...Poems and More

 

 


           

 

 

 

Foreword  

Joyful, Celebratory,

Prayerful Poetry


Author's Intro

Contributing to Our Conscious Oneness 


The 30 Poems... 

(only 12 uploaded so far)

1. 'Wishpers'

2. Whispering Ripples

3. 'Thimk' of 'Ourself'

4. Smile for Synergy

5. A Giant Leap for

    Humankind

6. Love All (of) Life

7. Grace During Meals

8. Rewriting Kilmer

9. Live! (2)

10. Our Unified Breath

        of Gratitude

11. Breathing Fully

12. Direction

13. Soles and Souls

14. Words of Light

15. Will Someone Still   

      Come?

16. Let Go the Passersby

17. Change for Thee

18. Certsinly Uncertain

19. Water-drop Planet

20. Baptism in Banahaw

21. Loving Eyes

22. Proud Mom

23. Struggle for Real Peace

24. Dancing Riddle

25. Why Ask Why?

26. Steeled by Pain

27. Mirror

28. Beyond All Prisons

29. My First Farewell

30. Period.


...and More

31. Tribute to Treeview

32. Can't Hurry Glory

33. 'Tahanlahi'

34. Live! (2)

35. True Lovebond

36. Cyber-Discernment

 


Author's Extro 

Before I go... 


Back Cover 

Gathered in Unified Wishers... 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            

 

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Part 2: ...And More


31.

 

                                  Tribute to 'Tree-View' 

choose ye not between the wisdom

of the bird who lives high in the sky

and that of the ever-tunneling worm.

seek instead the awesome viewpoint

of every single mighty towering tree,

as it viewes, even breathes, heaven

while deeply rooted in rock and mud!

December 2002

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32.

           Can't Hurry Glory 

 

Even as the dawn breaks

Every morn to vindicate

The good faith of all of us

Who believe in its certainty,

It does so very gradually,

True to its nature and pace

And wisdom prevents us

From trying to hurry up

The sun’s rise to its full

And glorious brightness.

March 1996

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33.

           'TahanLahi': The Home of Our Race 

 

We are Tao (humans), Children of Nature—

We eat when hungry, we drink whenever thirsty

Breathing from the moment of birth to that of death

And keeping alive our kind, multiplying, branching out,

Just like our Brethren, the Animals and Plants.

But unlike them, we proudly stand tall,

With backbones erect, we walk on two feet,

Using our innate wisdom and reasoning

To comprehend our environment and plan our lives

And also our governance and interrelationships.

Fire and other tools we do use with our hands

To fashion out of the labor of our bodies

The furtherance, the upliftment of our lives.

We are the Tao in the full attainment of our humanness,

The unity of our people, of Nature,

Of the Past, the Present and the Future.

 

We love our children and grandchildren, and teach then—

To love one another and Mother Nature

Who once gave life to our ancestors, and now embraces

Those who have gone home to the earth, to Her.

It is Mother Nature who now nurtures us with Life

Until that time when we completely return home to Her,

But only after we bring forth a new generation

To leave behind under her care.

Endlessly flows the Lifestory of our race,

In countless risings and settings of the King of the Sky.

Our life is difficult, simple but happy,

We are not captives of any greed or obsession on our part.

Our happiness is felt in Love

Among us, between us and Mother Nature,

And in the love and harmony of all who are Her children—

In the warmth of the sun chasing away our shivers,

In the cool waters quenching our thirst,

In the darkness just right for taking our rest,

In the sweet, delicious taste of our food reward,

In the beauty and liveliness of the Animals and lants,

All of these native to the Land we call our Home.

 

This is the Homeland of our ancestors and our descendants,

This is our TahanLahi, the home of our Race.

We are happy children of Nature this Home.

We are brethren in an equal, honorable way.

 

However, in the many successions of the rains and the summers,

We have come to know about and meet face-to-face,

Some fellow Humans, who should likewise be children of Nature,

Many of them disrespect and violate Her outright!

Although they are not native to our TahanLahi,

We could still embrace them as brothers and sisters,

If they were willing to respect the peace of our Home,

If the thoughts, customs and systems they want to share with us

Were offered with due respect for what they have found here,

If they were prepared to deal, cooperate, as our equals,

If, indeed, they come here to be friend us, adjust to our ways.

 

But many of them subject them to insults.

They disdain our color, identifying it with the dirty and ugly.

And consider us inferior to them in intellect and dignity.

An excuse for them to teach us, to save us from "ignorance."

With their habits, viewpoints and standards

They forcibly supplant what we have known from birth,

Even as our art, our songs and dances, expressions of our spirit

Are traqted as mere ornaments, enjoyed as entertainment.

They hate Nature who is our Parent beloved—

Killing the trees, poisoning the air and water,

With no concern for the next generations of our race

After all, this land that they trample is not their Homeland,

They are ready to sow utter destruction, and then simply leave

Bringingalong their gathered wealth, which they call "money."

 

By the power of their incomprehensible tongue,

And invoking papers bearing this or that signature,

They lay claim to our TahanLahi, grab it from us,

Saying they had already bought this part of Mother Nature.

On this basis, they drive us away, oppress and insult us,

And go on destroying the Land, Water, Flora and Fauna,

The sacred resting place of our ancestors,

The land that our descendants should enjoy in their time,

Our TahanLahi, beloved Home of our Race.

Some of us are dazzled, confused, swayed by them,

Others are terrified by their killing machines

Which we cannot overcome with our shields and our spears.

Some of us, fearing death, acquiesce

To the reign of the intruders over our TahanLahi,

The result is death just the same, slow death for us all

If we are not bodily thrown to our graves

They bury our beliefs, our customs, our culture.

They bury the Spirit of our Race,

They bury us just the same.

 

All humans who are real Children of Nature

Have to defend their own TahanLahi

Neither can they be saved by their minds so shuttered,

In the face of onslaughts of destruction and death,

Even if we have never met them, real siblings of ours

Are they all who struggle against similar predicament.

And we are united, embraced by the very same Mother Nature,

Even as those who insult, exploit and oppress us

And snuff out the Life of our beloved TahanLahi,

Are in the brink of destruction by a cruel Curse—

They who have no roots shall be like dust in the wind,

With nothing to remember, nothing to look forward to,

But dirt, disease, insanity, even death

Caused by their worship of money and destruction of Nature.

We need not read any of their books to know of these things.

Neither can they be saved by their minds so shuttered,

They who are deaf and numb to the Lifepulse of the Great Whole.

Long after all their money and luxuries

And even their bodies shall have decayed in the ground,

Nature shall still flourish and reign in splendor

Through the countless successions of the rains and the summers.

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34.

           Live (1) 

 

live every breath,

enjoy every bite of food and drop of drink,

feel every pulse, cherish every living cell

within you ...and without.

revere every leaf and smile at the Sun.

live life fully ...and all around.

Written in Puerto Princesa, Palawan, in the morning of Feb. 7, 2000, as a morning-after recap of his input module for the environmental video framework, content and scripting strategy, during the 4th video-making seminar of Tanghalang Lakbay Pinoy’s Ta-Nood Kalikasan Video Festival for Earth Day 2000 held at the Crocodile Farming Institute in that city.

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35.

           True Lovebond 

A Lovebond you freely make

Remains as good and true

If you’re really free to break,

Yet freely choose not to.

Otherwise, ‘tis of another kind:

A bind that makes you blind.

November 22, 1997

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36.

           Cyber-Discernment 

You can not download

the entire InterNet

to fit a compact disk,

much less a diskette.

choose well, then,

what you do need to get

to carry in your pocket

for, anyway, anytime

you can access the InterNet.

Much like, from anywhere,

anywhen, you can connect

..to the InnerNet.

November 9, 2003 .

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