As she descends from God's lair, her silver streaks glows from the touch of sunlight, luring us into thinking she's vulnerable but she is sturdy as a tree Age may have threatened to wash her strength away but she seemed unperturbed, not mindful of those around her Divinity is akin to food of the spirit, She does not budge and manages to unleash an earthly smile She is nanay, my mother's chieftain ,the source of our being. If there are things that I can remember It is her face, the modesty, the divine resilience Stories remind me of her like the fabled lola basyang, except she does not talk much and preferred to just listen It is music to my ears when she suddenly bursts albeit with delay "siyanga nga" then a laughter for each tale of a jester I couldn't remember she was ever mad All i recall was her calmness, her patience, the peaceful demeanor. Was it her effervescent smile, the indomitable spirit? How i wish she could live for eternity to enthrall us forev...
As silent waves rushed to kiss the shore tiny little hermits rejoiced from afar and instead of fear welcomed the angry seas We dread the water that grew angrier as we made our approach, bamboo outriggers consoling us that worry we should not After the calm there I see paradise – the light blue skies, the green backdrops, the sandy shore In Soliyao, there is serenity, a feeling of happiness, and contentment - the sea breeze embraces us like a long lost soul yearning for way home We reared excitement - the beach mocking us - that we obliged and summoned our inner mermen The sun's heat wasn't enough to contain our adrenaline - we hovered between the air, the water, and the sand until our skin was red to the touch One time we rode a banca, a strong gush of wind strung a crazy surprise - water made its way to the narrow hull that we panicked thinking we would drown We paddled, poured our hearts out, only to realize water was only knee deep and we end up laughing for ...