Teacher Wanderer

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Dance

The iridescent glow of the moon lit up the meadow.

The color of a new life coalesced with the blissful radiance.

The field- the dance hall…

Soft face rest upon sturdy shoulders

Two souls locked in harmony as the melody starts

Songs of the nightingale’s perfect

Two bodies sway in perfect timing…

 The rustling of the trees brushed off qualms

The midnight dew waters thirsty hearts

The wind soothes away fears

The stars provided haven for love so unfathomable…

 Time stands still

Hearts beat so fast

Souls matted

Wonderful harmony

PERFECT DANCE…

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Saturday, August 09, 2008

I’ve been accused many times of being Miss. Prim and Proper and being Ms. Perfectionist. They say that it’s admirable how I can bear any kind of situations with patience and humility. I hardly get annoyed also no matter how worse the circumstance is.

I always strive to do good things if not perfect ones. I try not to hurt people by struggling to be considerate with the feelings of others. My philosophy- I’d rather be hurt than to be the one who would cause pain.

But, the word imperfect is emblazoned all over me. I do wrong things and I caused pain to others. Sad but true.

Whenever a friend tells me that I am her inspiration, I just cringed in embarrassment. I don’t deserve to be considered as one because flaws are blatantly all over me. I live with dark blotches everyday of my life.

I say things which I don’t really mean and I do wrong things on impulse.

I am not perfect. I am not what people think I really am. I just know that I live everyday of my life with my soul.

I AM NOT PERFECT but I do seek to be one. I live with my imperfections and correct them every time I wake up bath in a promise of another chance. I am not perfect but the word is carved in my heart and soul…

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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rambling Spirit

A pinch is what it takes for the numb heart to feel…

There is no mistaking; thy heart is fragile engulfed with inexplicable wretchedness. I walked through the cold floor, unmindful of the chill that was sent to my spine. I trembled while thinking what a sad thing it is…

Hot tears threatened to consume my feebleness. The wind howled singing with the saddest song from heart. The rain has fallen flooding with grief the broken spirit.

What a sad thing, indeed…

The moon hid in canopy sheltering itself with melancholy swaying from tree to tree. The death of will, the cry of heart, the numbness of spirit…

I shield myself from that blinding sorrows but the truth remains, I can’t escape.

The sea of lamentation succeeded…

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Monday, July 21, 2008

Life as a Teacher

How time flies so fast…

The sea of innocent faces drowned my time for almost two months now that I shoved again writing for quite a while. It’s rewarding and frustrating at the same time.

Teaching has never failed to overwhelm me. I still can’t believe that countless lives are entrusted under my care and I can either break or make them. Their minds are so fragile and one false move may destroy what’s in store for their future.

Here I am late at night thinking my whole day in school. The funny moments when kids find humor in everything we do, the frustrating times when lessons are too tough and the time is not just conducive for learning, and the light on their faces which evidently shows dawn of learning, they made my heart ache to give more and share a bit of me to inspire sparks of acumen.

Some days are just so lonely. When my goals didn’t happen as planned or a bad news started my day, but young hearts and minds are dependent on me- waiting for love and care.

Touching lives is not a joke. It’s a 24- hour commitment of making a difference in the lives of innocent children. I have no map to direct me in the right path to hit their hearts and make a mark; I have only my heart to stir me in the exact route.

When things in school become tough, I try to think of expectant faces waiting to learn, hopeful hearts waiting to be touched, and eager minds yearning to be filled not just mere knowledge but wisdom of knowing what is right and wrong.

I am a teacher and I’m proud to be one albeit of endless struggles to touch young lives.

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