The Invisible Field

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We are nearing the dawn of science and technology,

wherein the final frontier shall be in spirituality­­ -

harmonious relationship between body and soul,

not physics and chemistry - we learned from school.

Focus your energy and be one with nature,

breathe deeply and keep a steady posture;

that's one way of maintaining harmony,

as you listen to your favorite symphony.

Learn how to harness your internal energy 

so that you may reinforce your synergy -

extra energy most ordinary folks can't bear,

but only those people with minds who are pure. 

Power without control would be a disaster

just lurking in the shadows waiting to batter;

mastery of the mind, body and spirit -

something in this world, you don't inherit.

Bear in mind that money and power are needed

by most political leaders whom our trust exceeded;

to control people and protect their selfish agenda,

and gain more wealth to buy another hacienda.

People have eyes but oftentimes don't see

that field of energy surrounding the human body;

only hyper-sensitive individuals, and not just anybody,
even if we discuss this Aura over a cup of tea.

The Fall of a Spy

Your apocalyptic dreams appear in my vision:

women weeping - mixed with tears from heaven

and children crying for help, nobody can see

Sad pictures of your gloomy prophesy

Oracles of doom predicted fire in the sky;

what I'm beginning to see is the fall of a spy

Regrets fill my heart; we only remember the bad deeds,

not the gallant efforts when he planted the good seeds

Let no stones be cast till this whole fiasco is over

The burden of proof lies not in the eyes of the beholder

We might think he was careless and got pussy-whipped

A silver lining separates the truth when one is tight-lipped

You're in a field of bounty but sees only weeds;

in the middle of an oasis, but sees only sands

If your mind is trapped in that sad context--

your spirit is weak and will starve to death

What if you were right and everyone else is wrong

for you see wealth in "weeds" tucked in your sarong

We shouldn't judge you based on our biased perceptions,

and mustn't peel the layers to the core without directions

Don't be fooled with what our naked eyes could see...

That's the moral lesson to our falling of a spy story

There could be a hidden agenda within their agenda

For their eyes only, and not for political propaganda

Tanka Poems (Vol. I)

Autumn in the Capitol

bursting of colors

along washington parkway

soothing to my soul

wondering what would it be

if there are no living trees

the call of the wild

along potomac river

music to my ears

if its old banks overflowed

my world would be sad and doomed

beauty of nature

dancing with the passing wind

whispering good-bye

her whispers become louder

yet, no one pays attention

if now, we don't care

future generations die

robbed of nature's best

the rolling hills and green fields

become their graveyards instead

we owe to our youth

what our forefathers had left

conserve and protect

stop denuding forests

to preserve ecosystems

join me in my plea

send e-mails to the capitol

preserve nature's wealth

influence decision makers

in writing new policies

it's never too late

listen to the weeping tree

my heart bleeds for you

every time you cut my trunk

gloomy days not far behind

you choose to ignore

biblical signs and warnings

become deaf and blind

to scientific studies

went on your own care-free way

my spirit roams

in my own niche of the woods

tears mix with flash floods

mourning the loss of loved ones

price you paid for being deaf!

alternate ending (last stanza)

Replace the last two stanzas with the following:

my spirit roams

in my own niche of the woods

our legacy lives

thank you for heeding my plea

nature's beauty,  here to stay...

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It's never too late to do something about erratic climate change caused by global warming. We already saw the devastating effects of the fury of Nature. Those are just early warning signs; the worst is yet to come. If we don't act now, then we are doomed, and nobody else to blame but ourselves. 

My poem is in Japanese style of Tanka poetry, which consist of five lines with a total of 31 syllables (5-7-5-7-7). It is focused on raising awareness about the beauty of Nature and what we can do in return to preserve and protect it, not only for ourselves but for future generations. This is just part of a whole lot of solutions that we can do. Please join me in my advocacy!