memory's sacred domain

moments mundane and magical


But we have not given up the dream/Of flower fragrance, scent of fruit trees/In the morning, courage, goodness/Without price, and rain upon our valley/Lighted candles for our nights/And we often think of love.
Poems for the Dry Season, Bienvenido N. Santos (1992)

What is cherished memory but one blessed way to our dreams, if not the restatement of what we hope to be? In it we fashion our best selves, hoping that memory will keep our best ideals of ourselves as pure as the first day we conceived of them. When we remember, we continue to dream. If we are able to remember at all, it is only because we still choose to dream.

Written by Romel

February 23, 2010 at 8:42 pm

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