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Chasing the carrot on a string [Poem] + 🎧

Speakable and unspeakable things of women. In the silence some beasts don’t want to hear expressions of their hatred on themselves. They decided the expression must be silent.

Are we ever going to get it? We no longer have a natural biofeedback loop, it was overstretched by chase of something that is essential and kept away by evil.

A*shakti focused on experiencing does not know if she wants to speak about atrocities yet, she has to experience them first, for now she likes to listen and read about those women who share their atrocities. Those aren’t her experiences. Can you imagine who she will be when she experiences them? Who saved her anyway?

Her Mother.

Your normality is destroying my peace. It shocks others. I wonder where is the common sense? Where did the others run off to? The mirrors are also covered up today.

🌷 Women’s Podcast with an interview with my beloved Chameli Teacher Ardagh. 🌷

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Devilish sisters [Tanka Poem]

Your titties are good,
You are better with them near,
They play so well girl,
Don’t hesitate to share them,
You’re going to be with me.
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A short witch story [Sestina poem]

The beautiful women of green Norway, 
Away from sad struggles of other north, 
Close to the right broom of sisters' witches, 
In various books on holy water;
Frightened cats and small snakes were all blood red, 
Grasses swayed in the wind on a long road. 

Many stones paved in colours a long road, 
Close to the blue ocean of green Norway, 
Puzzle pieces fell from the sky blood red, 
In the lovely hillside of other north,
Where the big chair burns this holy water, 
Beautiful women are sisters' witches.

Where the big chair burns these sisters' witches; 
Stirring stars in the sky spoke the long road, 
Away from struggles of holy water,
Where the big red chair sits in green Norway, 
Close to the blue ocean of other north, 
Her wild hair was tangled up and blood red.

Tall ornamental vases were blood red; 
In various books on sisters' witches,
Where the big red chair sits in other north, 
Moon fell down to my bag on the long road, 
Away the sad struggles of green Norway, 
Close to the right broom of holy water. 

Happiness may run with holy water; 
Around the stone circle was all blood red,
In the lovely hillside of green Norway, 
Happiness may run the sisters' witches, 
From my crown, a star flew on the long road, 
Away from sad struggles of other north. 

Happy people live well in other north; 
Beautiful women are holy water,
Trees grew tall and fresh along this long road, 
These flying angry birds were all blood red, 
Away struggles! of the sisters' witches,
Happy people live well in green Norway. 

The long road to other north,
Green Norway gave holy water, 
Blood red are the sisters' witches.

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Giant panda 🐼 [Tanka Poem]

Cuddle cuddly li
Cute cutely la la la la
Prance bounce Fa la la
Climbing climb and shake your bum
Panda bears are fun around

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🌎 World environment day 🌎 [Tanka Poem]

Generation Restoration

Beautiful oceans 
Let goodness overflowing
Blossoms of the sea
Are there in many creatures
Giant clams are beautiful
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🌬Winds [Fatras Poem] 🌬

These winds of change come and go, weather reforms,
Temperate falls, winds start picking up with them, 
All that is in their way from all directions. 
They can arrive with forces, effects, refine,
Shaping land, moving deserts, dispersing seeds, 
Having influence on all live on our earth. 
Tossed with the wind these sands are picked up grain by,
Tinny grain, in its direction and with plan, 
Traveling large distances in kilometres, 
Falling in new places and somewhere unknown, 
Habitat changes and winds reorder earth.
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Sandcastles & seashells with dad [Haiku Poem]

Sitting on the beach,
Building castles in the sand,
Having fun with dad.

Walking on the beach,
Building castles in the sand,
Sunny time with dad.

Looking for amber,
Building castles in the sand,
Playing on the beach.

Picking wet sea shells,
Building castles in the sand,
Resting on the beach.
This is 4 Haikus about my beloved father. The image from Pixabay by Tatyana Kazakova.
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About care [Eintou Poem]

This day;
Time passed by quick,
Many people gave care,
Hours push on and our desire leads
We all care together,
Sun rose and set,
This day.

Eintou is an African poetry.

Photo of English Bay, Tobago, Caribbean

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A wild night at amusement park [Constanza Poem]

Who was looking for something mild?
Allow the day to unfold grace,
Enjoy our company and place.

I saw some vast dark clouds had smiled,
They went to an amusement park,
To have their fun there in the dark.

Clouds and moon were perfectly styled,
Their first kiss was warm and serene,
Cotton candy made saccharine.

Dark night, the moon doesn't feel exiled,
They had to run from the rainfall,
Hide on the boat that had seagull.

Strong wind approached and blew clouds piled,
Ferris-wheel was so romantic,
Full of happy kissing antics.

These weather changes made moon riled,
Splashing, colour rainbow symbols,
Shadows don't need to be nimble.

Big clouds left the moon reconciled,
Night lights made them bright and vibrant;
All those things which are seen distant.

Finally sky was left restyled.
Topsy-turvy in the moonshine,
With pink balloons they sat to dine.
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Unfettered [Double Fatras Poem]

Hold on friends we are on wild ride of our life.
We haven't fallen down from anywhere, we are
Stabilizing future. We extracted what
Necessary devices, we needed to 
Get our goal completed. Too much time wasted 
On uneven temperament, more birds are 
Flying wildly now. We need to lift our wings
Higher presently see what debris is in 
Atmosphere. Thank you very much for knowing 
You left a bad mark on our planet. Maybe;
We all get old, we have what we held onto. 

We all get old, we have what we held onto.
One day you will fly high enough to see what 
Garbage you have left behind. I think we need 
To be walking with our feet in the sky and 
Our heads need be there too. You need to believe 
In what we don't do on Earth. Now we have to 
Tell everyone to not come to our planet.
We have to devise a new plan. Ha, ha, ha, 
A goal for some, we now mean what is thinking
Is what we all are into here. It is now 
Hold on friends we are on wild ride of our life.
Ethnic Lore Nature Poetry

Daffodils [Hexaduad Poem]

Earth nourishes it well,
Rains falling on petals.
Using earth to its advantage,
Smart flower you defend yourself.
Vibrant to see
A March flower grows bright.
Happiness you bring us.
Sharing beauty,
My daffodils.

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Lines to triangle 🔻 [Poem]

Nature designed many perfect structures.
Geometric lines make something sacred.
Basic assembly, spacial relation;
Lines forming angles, triangles and more.

Resourcefulness of nature, how lines bend,
Cross over and meet, lines create shadows.
Symbols of many lines, guiding man kind.
Man has discovered a lot in the world,
(And oh much more is still there to be learned)

Where our hands meet in a mudra and shape, 
Triangle made out of lines with our hands,
Bending the fingers it becomes a heart.

Architectural marvels, triangles; 
Louvre is made of many triangles;
We remember sacred geometry.

Happy Birthday Arjuna Ardagh 🕉

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The lines in the sky [Poem]

The sky light blue traces of white thin lines, 
Planes crossing, big metal birds line the sky, 
Over the blossoming trees, our homes, 
Life happening, wind is blowing the lines. 

Scattered shapes are changing in the blue sky, 
White disappears into blue completely.
Beaming warm sun appears to be heating,
Symbols in the sky express uniquely.

No rain in sight, the blue above us all,
The planet rotating and our sky, 
Is busy in a flow of day and night; 

Covering our Earth hosting symbols, 
Some places are covered with rolling clouds,
Different places have different lines.
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Grass and rain [Poem]

The rains will come to refresh our land.
Grass washed in the rain water is happy,
Melodious winds blow through the grass fields,
Above sky has its own activity;

Missing the busy lives of small beings,
Living in the grass fields invisible.
Light sparkles in wet drops of rain water,
Reflecting blades of glass, I wonder what,

They say to each other. Slithering snake,
In her way knows the grass and what she holds.
Green wet blades of grass bending to pressure;

Do not break, they resiliently rise;
Up on their own time, sometimes to the sun.
Other times to each other or the stars.

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Earth Day 🌳 2021

Green in your cycles,
Roll gracefully your waters
We help with prayer.

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Wet forests of warm heat [Poem]

O jungle forests! How I miss you.

The constant sounds of the many living beings talking to each other amongst the vibrant nature. Wherever you tune in a song.

O jungle forests! How I miss you.

No moment of silence, heat and rains and twelve hours of sunlight.

The rains are massive and only momentarily they offer a change of sound from the animals and insects talking.

O jungle forests! Filled with medicines, and flowers that resemble kisses.

How I miss sleeping the long nights listening to crickets and birds and monkeys sermonize the stars and moon.

O jungle forests! How I miss you. I could write about you forever

Photo by author in Puerto Maldonado

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Spice of life [Poem] [Critique]

In bad taste are things not well mixed or stolen. Authorship may be in question with idea like ‘found poetry’. I am sure it leaves many of us writers unhappy to see things taken out of context, changed into different meaning or devaluating messages. created. Not funny. I don’t like it. The natural view, the clarity obscured. The spice of life taken out and destroyed.

Image from unsplash

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The Scent Of Green Papaya [Critique]

Synopsis: An Academy Award nominee for Best Foreign Language Film and winner of the Camera D’Or at the Cannes Films Festival, THE SCENT OF GREEN PAPAYA is set in 1951 Saigon, where 10 year old Mui (Lu Man San) enters household service for an affluent but troubled Vietnamese family. Despite her servile role, Mui discovers beauty and epiphany in the lush physical details that envelope her.
Les Productions Lazennec.

Director: Tran Anh Hung

Running Time: 104 min

Year: 1993

It is an unmistakably romantic film for people who live secure with the passing of time.
Filled with director’s nostalgia for the days before the Vietnam war, it is a sweet ripe thing that the French Vietnamese director, Tran Anh Hung, in his first feature film cast his beautiful wife Tran Nu Yên-Khê. While Hung continues to work with his wife in majority of his other films, this being the first feature film, makes it that much sweeter. Winner of the Camera D’Or at the Cannes Films Festival as well as the French national film award, César Award for Best First Work, The Scent Of Green Papaya shows us the journey of a young woman’s life.
The asian culture and its various systems of organizations as well as cultural aesthetics have drawn my attention for all of my adult life. This meeting of a strong Vietnamese culture and strong French culture is visibly woven into the film’s decor, acting, directing and happy love filled ending.
For those who are comfortable with knowing, feeling and living life in the present moment this film evokes reflections about hierarchy, suffering, gender roles, cultural and societal nuances and passing of time.
Showing comparison between the natural world of plants, insects and animals and human world, it is an invitation of how power can be utilized in/by hierarchy.
I like the opening scene of this film along with the details outlining precisely the unfolding events of the film, foreshadowing what is to come. The sensual nature of the film and the detail shown in the film make it a provocatively beautiful and attractive film to watch. Well timed music through the film adds the melodies to the various tensions and feelings the film explores. Early on presenting the father playing Đàn nguyệt (Moon lute), later on the pianist who plays Chopin, as well as the background music and sound of insects make it a palpable experience for the senses. Film’s artistic detail in the art pieces, colours of the interiors and exteriors, arrangements of plants and natural environment, attention to subtlety, finely tuned moments of time make this film a fine work of art.
Perhaps this film invites a natural unfolding of emotional and sensual nature of our delicate hearts.
At minute 7:47 through Mui’s window we are shown a Papaya tree with unripe green papayas.
This fruit periodically is shown cut, washed, cleansed, bathed, sliced, prepared in various ways and its seeds are looked at in wonder. The fruit represents Mui’s young age and her journey over 10 years, her marriage to a Vietnamese pianist, and both pleasant and unpleasant moments of life.
The film unfolds and shows us the ripening in the living world, seeding and sawing our seeds of actions, and the cyclical nature of life through various sensual tensions. These tensions weave into to a melody of Mui’s life, exposing failed tensions (the pilfering and philandering father of the family, and the failed engagement of the pianist man) as well as correct and complete tensions between people.
Through the pleasing physiques of the people, the attention to the grooming and cooking, serving and cleaning, modest and kosher clothing and daily activities timed properly, the rituals of life are showing the passing and coming together of emotions between people, simple exchanges of words, and lives forming and coming apart.
The film is filled with longings and planning for the future and remorse and reflection about the past. The death of the daughter in the family, another relative’s passing is strong thread of this film reflected in the cutting of the fruit of the tree and of killing of insects, eating of meat and the type of conflict that this family faces.
The film sets out within this Vietnamese family to show an interdependence and how the martial tensions, and father-older-mother tension of these Vietnamese parents are affecting their three sons, their marriage and effects their troubles have on Mui and the head servant. Mui quickly learns she resembles the deceased daughter of the man, and happens to possess a happy, modest and beautiful disposition, which lands her a good home and life.
The obviously dark and ritual killing of insects by the middle son, shows the disfunction in the intimacy between the father and the mother and how the the anger is being distributed within the family. This is contrasted by Mui keeping some crickets in a small cage and feeding them as they play. This has to do with the failed sexual tension between father and mother, grieving grandmother and in the formal upbringing of the boys.

The film is provocative and is strongly depicting hierarchy, the roles of men and woman and the weaving of their energies, lacks of reciprocity, lasting bonds, changes and separations, big challenges that we often do not consider in our modern lives.
The film shows these stark grave issues in a tender simple yet clear, typical to asian culture way, the fatherly, motherly and sisterly affection between the relationships in the film weaves them with Mui’s life and happy nature as a servant, intentionally incompletely albeit as she is assigned out of the family after 10 years of her service and brought onto the pianist’s household (a man she mets as a child) as a servant and her beauty, charm, charisma and sensuality destroy another woman’s life and pianist’s engagement when he falls in love with Mui.
This film is lovely in how we are being multicultural, vulnerable, strong, beautiful, mean, and human.

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(2) Beach [Haiku Poem]

dancing with softness
feminine embraces life
listening to wind

the lake shimmers waves
finds mind caressing in time
meditative ease


Image: Dr. Wangmo

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From the Alps, a Chød [Haiku Poem]

Looking for beauty,
flowers in a vase are mine
I cut through it best.

wild alps harvest - 1

What is Chød?

Chød [or Chöd] is a Tibetan Buddhist practice. The word means ‘to cut through’ When practicing Chød we are cutting through illusions, provocations, challenges and difficulties to transform them into the non-dual luminosity.
It is a practice developed by 11th century Tibetan Tantric Yogini – Machig Labdrön.
Normally the practice is done with a drum and a bell.

Rev. Dr. K. Sonan Wangmo