When I've been
used to bearing
with a demon
who mocks me
should a smile break
on my lips
it tries to defeat
me saying joy
and I beat it
sadness never leaves.
You have not been taught to seek wisdom from equals. You have been taught to wonder at the esoteric or elite or seek the divine above or within. You have congregated in futility, where those who own the microphone do not expect to be changed.
I have been a dabbler of theater and indiefilms since I learned how to use a camcorder in the late 80’s. I’ve acted, sung, danced, directed, produced plays and short films and music videos.
Once, I’ve written half a musicale with only 12 songs and famous actors of the Philippines performed cameos in it. Creating that musicale commissioned by a political party required that I do some political recruitment along with recruiting artists.
I went from one community to another, signing up actors, dancers, and singers. But it’s a musicale. So I made dancers and singers out of actors; actors and singers out of dancers; and dancers and actors out of singers.
It’s an especially powerful feeling being able to convince people that they can stretch their limits. It’s an especially powerful moment when they are surprised by themselves. And...
I've been ordained in a world cynical and irreverent about moral ascendancy; to stand for a people of my sexual orientation assailed by intolerance and met with violence in many parts of the world; to represent a liberal faith in a country so steeped in dogma that one can be jailed for “offending religious feelings.”
I have many emotions dripping from me like Salvador Dali's elements, and I feel like they are about to burst forth and I can't hold them in. And what do I do? I choose a canvas that is fleeting enough so that I can instantly forget why I exploded in the first place. And my canvas is called laughter. By laughter, I am an artist.
I don't need any other savior. I need to save myself. I am the one who chooses the doors I enter. For those destined for Hell, should it be said that God did not save them? Or was it that they did not save themselves?
Being is letting. Listening to your being is letting your being. Be counseled by your being, be comforted by your being. Your being is older and wiser than your mind, a new construction, a storage of conclusions from its own context. Your being is timeless. Listen. I Am.
Whenever we say, "God, look at that couple --- he's too handsome for her", we are not just filtering by looks as applied to other people, but once the filter is on, we look through them even as we look at ourselves.
Zoom out and you can see how we have come to a point in our history where we have been trapped in a particular set of options, usually between two evils, and we wrack our brains thinking a lesser evil exists.