pilgrim's theme

by bukas palad

Tired of weaving dreams too loose for me to wear
Tired of watching clouds repeat their dance on air
Tired of getting tired of doing what's required
Is life a mere routine in the greater scheme of things
Through with taking roads someone else designed
Through with chasing stars that soon forget to shine
Through with going through one more day - what's new
Does my life still mean a thing in the greater scheme of things

I think I'll follow the voice that calls within
Dance to the silent song it sings
I hope to find my place
So my life can fall in place
I know in time I'll find my place
In the greater scheme of things

Each must go his way, but how can I decide
Which path I should take, who will be my guide
I need some kind of star to lead me somewhere far
To find a higher dream in the greater scheme of things
The road before me bends, I don't know what I'll find
Will I meet a friend or ghosts I left behind
Should I even be surprised that You're with me in disguise
For it's Your hand I have seen in the greater scheme of things

For Yours is the voice in my deepest dreams
You are the heart, the very heart
Of the greater scheme of things

Why don't we follow the voice that calls within
Dance to the silent song it sings
One day we'll find our place
For all things fall in place
For all things have a place
In the greater scheme of things

the One

i endured
to keep quiet
difficult
taxing
the series
of losing
and finding
myself
in the maze
of my own creation

in the silence
i heard
the voice
of One
who chooses
to love me
in silence
in poverty
in weakness

i harkened to Him

it was
breaking through
breaking free
of my chains
of my prison
all self-ordained

uncluttered

uncluttered. that's the best thing that my recently conluded two-day retreat did to me. the retreat experience was coming to terms with myself. it was a welcome pause from all the hassles of my student life. the required silence and detachment from my prized possessions (e.g. cellphone, friends) were difficult to bear at first. breaking free from the world's noise was relatively easy. it was clearing the noise inside myself that demanded herculean effort. i an't escape myself now, can i? in keeping quite and taking a pause, i put my life into focus; magnified it. i sorted through the varied things i found in it- the pretty shining useless trinkets of my vanity and the rainbow bright masks i used to feign both sadness and joy. in the bottom of the pile that is my life are my hopes and dreams and all the other good things that were taken for granted for some time. i sorted through all that stuff and segregated those that made sense and those that didn't anymore. those that were truly important and those that weren't anymore. those that i couldn't live without and those i can throw out. it was a 'general cleaning' of sorts. it was clearing all the grime and cobwebs of my life. it was breaking free. at the end, i've come uncluttered.

glad to be back!

midterms are finally over! (yeah!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!)

i'm giddy to be resurrected from all the books, notes and everything else that buried me!

blogging low

[MIDTERMS MODE]

won't be very active these days. blogger currently being buried with books