one has to die to see the way the fog clears.

but once in a while we have to live again to realize the fog has cleared.


one road less near the sea

i set on a journey to see the world.

a world where air meets earth,
fire meets water,
man sees man,
rocks face trees,
and fish walks light,
woman finds life,
hair falls down,
where steam embarks
and mud spores.
i set and find a road -
parts and departs
the sea from high ground,

the peak from weathered skies,
it points and it swerves
towards another
less journey near
to see.

*on the photos: coastal road from tagbilaran to anda in bohol province, taken in july 2008