Tagaytay Easter: View From The Ridge Poem by Francisco R. Albano

Tagaytay Easter:
VIEW FROM THE RIDGE


Of human architecture in the morning of soul
Is the landscape spread of Tagaytay ridge.
The trees, shrubs and lichened rocks
Hold word and music waiting to be born.
The fresh light composes proper mosaics
Of glazed grass, marigolds and dandelions.
Jazz clouds mellow the pride of free blue sky.

Along the ridge and gentle slopes
Rest the houses of the rich and famous,
The homes of poor farmers and gardeners,
And convents of healing and care.
I spot a bodhi sapling in a hollow
Of a tree-trunk long-believed to be dead.
I wonder which is the enlightened one.

The eyes surrender to Lake Taal
And sitting buddhas of islands and volcano
And fishing villages beyond heart and mind.
As always, creation awaits transformation
Into paschal metaphors redeemed and blessed.

The world simply is, in the stillness
Of its ever flowing consciousness.
A hundred flowers civilize the countryside.
The wind plays music of strings and spheres
As Earth rises.