looking down, it can see the sand, the sea and the shopping malls. it can honed on the houses daintily decorated and demure. it can tell the intelligent, the dumb and the mocking birds. it can hear the whispers underneath as it bellowed softly in the air. it can see the maids, the masters, the servants and the sheiks. the sea shells sinking as a skunk had started to depart. the smell is so intense, it over powered the sweet, perfumy scent of the ilang-ilang and the sampaguitas.the sky is an open secret. you look up and you can feel it. the blue and the far distant sky beyond which the reaches of your hands can't grasp. the silent whispers of the blogs that foretell the agony of a class, the despised and the lowly in their eyes. who can say that we are greater than anyone, who can say that we won and who are we to put judgement at hand. which authority that it came from? that is only yours and we are all entitled to say our parts. but the hardest thing is to put proof and dangle it in front of many inquiring minds. you are to be believed if you spoke with a briefcase and inside it is the proof beyond a reasonable doubt. although we believed, it will be nice to see it with our very own eyes :)
so many passing clouds that had ears, so many twinkling stars that had left, tired and had no more sheen that even the planets and the galaxies named after muses had slowly turned over. they don't want what they see, they don't want what they hear. they saw a conspiracy to demean and to devour the destitute domestic helpers into their dooms. the world is a stage that we are all actors and actresses and God gave us all the parts... timed to play the game of life, for a short span or in lengthy hours... but nevertheless it will end if not soon then some time...
will you be caught in your hands painting the faces of Satan, will you be caught in that drama of life lending a helping hand or being unkind. will you be caught writing, despising your co-human equal to you in the eyes of God? sure, you have more money making machines, sure you wore a golden crown, sure... but it won't be eternal. and very sure you'll leave it when your life is done...
the sky is the limit, the sky is the keeper of secrets of the mind and of the spirit. it is the tablet where it is written our humble travels. it is the paper where God can read our life's journey filled with laughter, pain or struggles. it is the ultimate spy of our lives on earth. hail to the sky that knows our hearts, hail to the sky that governs the good and the bad in us...hail to the sky, now, always and forever...
