Sunday, November 6, 2016

The Sounds of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel


Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

Anyway, choice!

Sometime they won't love you
Love them anyway
Sometime they won't forgive you
Forgive them anyway
Sometime they will not smile at you
Smile anyway
Sometime they will not feed you
Feed them anyway
Sometime they will hurt you
Inspire them anyway
Sometime they will hate you
Pray for them anyway
You may not feel like living
Live anyway
Perfection may seems unachievable
Strive for it anyway
Anyway you may be chosen or choose

Choice is your!

Saturday, August 20, 2016

I May Rise

No matter how heinous the hate
No matter how unconditioned the love
No matter how abundant the ignorance
No matter how significant the wisdom
If I dare, I may rise

No matter the poor
No matter the rich
No matter the happiness
No matter the sadness
If I dare, I may rise  

No matter the ugliness
No matter the beauty
No matter the sunshine
No matter the cloudiness
If I dare, I may rise

No matter the darkness
No matter the light
No matter the cold
No matter the hot
If I dare, I may rise

No matter how filled
No matter how emptied
No matter how sad
No matter how happy
If I dare, I may rise

No matter the sun rises
No matter the sun sets
No matter the storm
No matter the calm
If I dare, I may rise

Let not my condition guide me
Let me rise above
Let not my ancestors guide me
Let me rise above
Let not my religion guide me
Let me rise above
Let not my humanity guide me

Let me rise above

-tangatalakepa 

Monday, May 2, 2016

The Quilt by Finau Siale

The Quilt  by Finau Siale

One day couple years ago toward the end of the summer season, when I was stationed in Abilene, I was on my way to San Antonio, TX, Taking Highway 87 south, I stopped at a store in Fredericksburg; the name of the store was Auer Haus. I walked in and saw this beautiful and colorful quilt, as I was admiring the beauty of its many colors and the wavering patterns that seem to be telling hidden joyful stories, the store keeper walked up toward my direction and asked if I needed any help. I expressed how marvelous and stunningly beautiful this quilt that caught my eyes; my mother had passed but it reminded me of many quilts that she crocheted. The store keeper said that the quilt maker was blind. How amazing is that the power of the human imagination, that one’s sense and ability to physically visualize the physical reality is gone, yet, still have the capacity to demonstrate the fundamental ability to see and display beauty from within! Although my mother was not blind but she, like this blind quilt maker, had the ability to visualize the true beauty from within and not limited to the physical characteristics of things.  Perhaps what is usually considered by society as limitation is truly a gift. Hence, from that day on… “I declared that My Limitation is a Source of Strength.”

I got to San Antonio that Monday evening and Monday Night usually means “Monday Night Football,” at times, despite the violence of the sport and the blood, sweat, and tears that associated with the, not so obvious, football, the passion of the game, while in the trenches, often diverted my attention to overlook any negative associated with the game itself  but to experience the game like millions of red blooded American do throughout this country—simply says: “I enjoy the game of football.”  Here we go again with more football analogy.

On the radio in the car, the discussion focused mainly on what happened during Sunday's buffet of football games, on the Colin Cowherd sports radio show, he said something about quarterbacks that is, to me,  philosophically profound for life in general and in particular with anyone with physical disability.  Colin Cowherd said sometimes a person's limitations are directly related to their success.  His comparison was between quarterbacks who are highly gifted athletes who, in addition to having strong arms and great knowledge of the game, can effectively run with the ball and quarterbacks who lack that athletic ability to run.  The quarterbacks who lack mobility have to rely completely on their ability to find open receivers and throw the ball to them accurately and quickly before the defense can reach them.  Running is not an option.

The point was this:  great singers will find a way to sing even if the moment doesn't call for singing. Great dancer can find occasions to dance, even without music and gifted athletes find the occasion to exercise their athletic ability in any given event.  However, sometimes the situation doesn't call for the expression of a particular gift.  You see, in football, it is best if the quarterback can get the ball into someone else's hands rather than taking it himself.  But for the quarterback who is a gifted runner--they find occasions to run, sometimes to the detriment of their team and other times to the detriment of their health—RGIII.

I hope you still with me here: let’s use this framework, Cowherd went onto name quarterbacks who more or less lack the athletic ability to run the ball themselves—Peyton Manning, Aaron Rogers, Tom Brady, Eli Manning, Drew Breeze, should I continue?  The truth is, you probably heard of these names before but if you know football, you will recognize those names as five of the most successful quarterbacks in modern football and one thing they all have in common; they all won Super Bowl’s. Therefore, I can argue that their lack of the ability to run actually helps them make better decisions because running the ball is not an option—let just say running the ball is their weaknesses.

Here is my question for you? Can you imagine if we stopped seeing our limitations as barriers, instead see them as the very energy that directs us into using our true abilities to accomplish our TRUE Greatness!  Each one of us is equipped with unique talents and abilities, which means even our weaknesses, are source of our strengths. Here is our challenge: identify your weakness and build on that very source to gain your GREATNESS. Should you have any question? Ask the Blind Quilt maker of Auer Haus. I wonder if that quilt would have captured the same magnificence beauty if she was NOT blind. Yes, our Limitation is the very source of our Strength.​ 

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