5.19.2003
May 19, 2003 || 6:21 pmThe Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
— W.B. Yeats
Pakiramdam ko, itong mga nagdaang linggo, at ang ilan pang mga linggong paparating, hatid ay mga pagbabago. Kung papaano pakikiharapan itong kakaibang panahong ito, iyon ang huhulma ng bukas, at ng sarili. Ang mga kasagutang uusalin ngayon ay siyang hahanap ng sariling daan.
Sa palagay ko, hindi lamang ako ang sinusubok ngunit ang iba rin. May kani-kaniyang pagbabagong parating.
Ikaw? Paano mo pakikisamahan itong hunyangong panahon?
Anuman ang magiging katapusan, kahit alam na mabigat ang bawat desisyon, halos wala pa rin akong pakialam. Tuloy lang ng tuloy. Hinahayaan ang lahat sa simula, sa wakas. Ayaw silipin ang magiging, ang pagpipiring ng mata ay kusa.
Nakapikit na kumakapa. At sana, nagpapakasaya. Hayaan na.
Ernan at 6:27 PM