Kay Gat

Gat Andres Bonifacio

tunay na Pilipino

tubong Tondo

sa sariling sikap natuto

Katipunan ay binuo

unang rebolusyonaryo

unang Katipunero

trinaydor ni Aguinaldo

pinagkanulong ng mga kabaro

ipinagkait ng mga kano

kinalimutan ng mga katutubo

atapang atao

hindi atakbo

dakilang Supremo

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The sick hierophant calls out
on a sworn friend busy with his craft
the first yelling with subtle insults
as the latter turns the worn-out shaft
With a laughter in disguise
the enlightened man describes the universe
as it was revealed to him my the birds and floating voices
in a way that seemed anti-intellectually perverse
This man of religious and prophetic visions
speaks of contrived truths to the mason
on a level above a common citizen's grasp
but in a manner that actually neglected reason
To which the weary worker replied,
"so, how can you prove the truths of your claims?"
a tall and honest inquiry
to somebody who likes to boldly proclaim
But the eternally wise old soul fell silent
as leaves do in their proper season
the empty gaze and the silent song
of somebody who thought he knew what he thought he knew
The man who builds things to feed a dozen mouths
asking questions to a man drunk with revelations
and never a dull moment, it seems
awaiting the sunset on the windy village of Franche-Comté



The syllable gu means shadows
The syllable ru, he who disperses them,
Because of the power to disperse darkness
the guru is thus named.

— Advayataraka Upanishad 14—18, verse 5

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A wise man once asked
"where are we all headed?
to which a child offered a reply
"unto a state before we were born"
the wise man pondered
face slowly forming a scorn
"But death can be very different
as night is different from morn"
and the child muttered
"how do we know? we won't
because life is a big secret
simple yet complex
the more we assume knowledge
the more the gap widens"
Wise man exclaimed,
"I see your point
and I believe your honesty.
Now how about a cup of tea?"

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Gravity taught me well
and now the sky is the limit
for whatever I perceive of myself
was always finite
and lacking
and wanting
but when you try to fly
you only get up so high
and you're better off because you tried
instead of breaking down to cry

People taught me well
with their apathetic expressions
like they are on a mountaintop
oblivious to life's aberrations
and they were always lacking
and wanting
but when they try to smile
I feel the presence of life
a pulse and a grasp of air
laughing out this immaculate affair
taunting death with their own grin
sharing wealth through their skin

Sleep taught me well
even though I try to subdue it everyday
every night I imagine what I could be
even back then when I still used to pray
and I'm still lacking
and wanting
but when I wake up the next day
the very first thing I used to say
is I'm going to make the most of it
come what may
and bid the rain to go away
so the little children can come out and play