* Maya's Narrow Space * Poem by Inner Whispers

'This is my palace, ' says she,
'Explore and see, my friend;
You will witness where my heart belongs,
And where I am dwelling, so strong.'

I look and humbly ask permission,
To take her narrow palace pictures;
She smiled and wink, I know I gained,
Her trust and heart, this afternoon delight!

'Living here is my heart's content, ' she said,
'I have these enough stuff to supply my needs;
I never hunger now for anything else,
Except for food to provide my mouth...'

My eyes roamed, my lens shots,
Without focus on what I got;
But my mind is wandering, wondering why,
How Maya lives in this heartmelting space...

'I am alone, but I am happy, ' says Maya,
That I live and think on my own, Greca;
I have nothing to worry, nothing to fear,
'Coz I have lived in this world, with what I can only bear.'

'Masaya ako (I am happy) , nabubuhay ng ganito (living like this) ,
Wala ako'ng tinatapakang tao (I haven't put on my feet to any man) :
Katulad ng mayayaman at pulitiko (like the rich and politicians) ,
Pwe! (spit) manggagamit (user) , mga bwakang inang 'yan (how dare they are) :
Pasarap sa buhay (living in richess) , wala namang nagagawa (nothing has done) !

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Ha-ha! I love hearing her giving her piece. It's like listening to a rich sermon. The gist of every word she uttered, I found them amazing and point-agreeing. Hmn...I met her while I am on my way from hospital. She was near sitting in a bench of the shade near my studio. When she saw me, she smiled. Maya was the crampled woman I met (strips of hunger, feed my soul blog subject) . When I ask her I will come with her in her place, she at first is reluctant. 'Kaya mo? (Can you?) , she stared asking me with unbelief. 'Why not, ' I replied. She might be thinking I can't go to her place but she agreed when I escorted her home...
...how can a woman or any man can live alone like this, hmn...?
She had her choice. Maya chose to be like this. Maybe she have all the point on her own perceptions. I wonder, how she survives everyday? What if she's sick and tired? Who can ever have the heart to look for her and give medicines? Ah...Here I am gain...I am so affected to what I see. True enough, man live by his choice.

Maya, I will be here...Promise. That I vow to you. I will be present even you never ask for it. I will...Thank you, I saw your smile!