Something I wrote for my Highschool teacher

For Mr. Mora


A spectacle, a feast, a predicament, a succession of moments?
What could this be that you can't get out of alive.
The dwelling place of mystery:The birth of history:The source of ability:The awakening of matter:The making of the mind (this mind is consciousness):Curiosity of that mind:When souls appear.


 When souls appear, they tend to ignore their own wonder.  They forget their essential soul and miracle of existence once they decide to attend to the needs of its outside self.


 For eons I have been, "not existing," not being, not acting.  For the past eternity, I haven't been able to know, to learn, to observe anything (not even time).
For a whole eternity I have been bound, waiting; then, finally, I was born.  Everything is a wonder compared to where I have been.  Beauties and disgraces, all is an action, a property of life, all is appreciated.


 All things that happen in life are blessing, those are life.  All things that don't happen in life are results of a curse, a limit, those are death.  For the love of life I must do; I must learn, move and think.  I don't want to go back to not existing, not affecting, to death.  I must live while I can and choose to live for the next eternity.
 There might come a time when I would stop, seize to exist; but after that, eternity will be my fodder and infinity will be my home; I'll never seize to exist again to make up for the eternity that I haven't been alive for.
                                                                       


   -God! I love strawberries

On August 26, 2008