2008

Sunsets, and unknown sunrises
A tempest tossing thunder
One crystal clear blue sea…

An island of solidarity..
A continent of contentment,
One starry constellation for all.

A rainbow of vision,
Souls of malnutrition,
But love, nonetheless.

A reflection
Maybe a window
The journey , continues.

Faith , tested and prevails.



Personal summary of 2008. Simplicity is key :)

(Picture by : Adrian Rudess Ron)

Home

Fear not my gentleness
The eye is far gone
And rest is now due

Be faithful my gentleness,
To the heart..
Upon this land
Wandering traveler remain.
Have not concrete
Create not knots
Be as the flowing river..
Longing only for the sea.

My gentleness,clarity and depth
Be always, the song of your soul,
And Home, you will soon be.



Tuesday afternoon musings...that filled my momentarily idle mind..

( picture by Lois Greenfiled )

Of hopelessness & romance

I’ve decided to have one of my hopelessly romantic weeks. A sentiment that bears absolutely no logical barring and results in precious scraps of paper being victimized to accommodate my scribbles !

Its sheer emotional bliss ! :)

With thoughts as random as the colors of jelly beans in jar….and purely fictional ideas reaching heights sufficient to turn jack’s magical bean stalk enviously green…

I started writing a poem about a dream I had sometime last week. Its was an interesting ( in a morbid way) dream that ended all the more interestingly ( all the more morbidly).

The poem still feels rather rough.. I’d probably revisited it at some point and see what else I can make of it…

We took a chance..
As if we knew it would be
Our last dance

Fog filled arena
Tear filled heart
Final memory to be made
Final memory to be forgotten

The melody played on
Your voice echoed thru
A thousand draggers pierced me..
The pain, excruciatingly numb

Ending before it started
Healing before it could hurt
Remaining unknown
Remaining forgotten

Its all been said
Nothing more to be done
Trigger pulled ,your last breath taken.

( picture by .Lois Greenfield )

Nightingale's Dance

I revisited an old poem written in early 2005.
Fine tuned the poem a little..and here it is !
The image below is a painting by my dear comrade Lesly Leon Lee .
More of his amazing pieces.here .



Nightingale’s Dance ( version II )

A glowing heart…
On gentle feet..
Dancing endlessly
Purity beyond all worldly matter
From leaf to branch...
Sunset to sunrise..

The open horizons…
Promising..
Strength and freedom eternal.
Heart no longer sealed..
Hands of compassion
Embraces in abundance

Fingers that heal and love
Words...of compassion and care
Visions of beauty…
Transcending all wisdom
Caresses ..eternally infinite.

Silvery moon rises..nights only hope
Constellations ...tell a story..
A million years never to forget.
Of an ancient day..never to return

Happy Birthday Kelvin !

This post is dedicated to my brother ( Noel Anthony Netto , fondly known within the family as Kelvin ) who celebrated his 34th birthday yesterday the 5th of November





Dearest Kelvin,

I can’t help, but look at you and your life and give praise and thanksgiving to our precious Father in Heaven for all the wonderful blessings He has so abundantly blessed you with.

From an amazing job, to a beautiful wife, to 2 wonderful children ( who truly are the sugar and sunshine of the family ! ) who absolutely adore you!

How wonderful He is !

Truly Kelvin, your life is a living example of how perfectly God blesses His children.

I pray dear brother that He continues to bless you with only the dearest and most precious blessings and I continue to thank Him for blessing me , with you , Kelvin.

Thank you being my big brother ,and yes, I will always be your piggy. :)

Love you dearly.

Isabelle Maria Netto

( dedicated to my precious niece who turned 4 on the 8th of October 2008 )



Dearest Darling Belle,

Its amazing how time has flown!

I remember the call from your all excited grandma announcing your arrival as clearly as if it were a moment ago...

Baby girl ! she exclaimed...

I giggled to myself and said…”I told you so…”

I hurried off to Chinatown…where I insisted on a dozen yellow roses with a purple ribbon...



WOW…

……those were my first thoughts as I laid eyes on you the very first time.

All bundled up..and sound asleep, you were perfection personified.

With your eye lashes that curled perfectly…and your fingers that were long and slender ..

“oh, she’s going to be amazing with the piano!”

( now that has rang true , hasn’t it Bella darling ?!)




Bella darling…

Thank you for being the sunshine of our family….and that sunshine you shall always be.

St. Augustine

Beside St. John the Apostle, St. Augustine of Hippo is the saint that has always intrigued me…. His work, all as immensely passionate they are as intellectual.

One of my favorite excerpt's from his confessions :


“ Late have I loved You, O Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved You !

And behold, You were within me and I was outside, and there I sought for You,
And in my deformity I rushed head-long into the well formed things that You have made.

You were with me, and I was not with You.

Those outer beauties held me far from You, yet if they had not been in You, they would not have existed at all.

You called and cried out to me and broke open my deafness;
You shone forth upon me, and you scattered my blindness;
You breathed fragrance, and I drew in my breath and
I now pant for You : I tasted , and I hunger and thirst ;

You touched me , and I burned for Your peace.”