ॐ असतो मा सद्गमय । तमसो मा ज्योतिर्गमय । मृत्योर्मा अमृतं गमय ॥ OM, Asato ma sadgamaya Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya Mrityorma amritam gamaya Om shanti, shanti, shanti! Lead me from unreal to real From darkness into light From ignorance to knowlege Shanti Shanti Lead me from unreal to real From darkness into light From death to immortality Shanti Shanti
Thank everything almighty!
Inanna is an ancient Mesopotamian goddess associated with love, beauty, sex, war, justice and political power.
It is unimaginably difficult to live hated. Hatred destroys something in humanity that we need to survive. Unfortunately people make choices to hate. Hate is hate. Let’s not pretend it is other than what it is. We all avoid being hated. No one loves to be hated. Hate will never win over what you can become without it. It is possible to live without hate. Everyone needs to find answers for themselves. We can’t be looking for answers for other people and that can’t be our job. Each person needs to be ready to ask a question and to seek the answers. The looking within is everyone’s individual job. It is relevant what we keep and what we let go off in life. Grace guides those who are with grace. I believe in the good in the world. With repetition love overcomes hatred, leading to lasting peace.
Inanna's mythical story is a big part of my life. Now I am going to be able to exit the underworld.
Calling in the feminine light of support.
I don’t have any other choice in this, as I am surfacing into less suffering, I don’t have much to say to those who decided to give me these big titles. I think they are nice, I don’t know what my duties will be.
I am selected to be a Sacha Master
I am selected to be a Green Tara
I am going to be proclaimed as someone great in the world of women. I work with darkness and handle a lot of confusion. I help people get clarity in suffering. I am learning more and more how love keeps us all going. Chameli & Arjuna Ardagh are very good people. ✨💖
Before the cemetery was a life,
A Bad life filled with your hating people,
A sad depressing house without windows,
Beating, cutting of flesh in a mirror,
These prostrations of pain renew them well,
Beaten bodies with tired flesh in pain,
An agony with a breath and a thought,
Psychotic evil deceitful kindness.
The killing of sacred birds in high flight,
Changing the environment into hell,
Rising demonic darkness into life.
Moments later in hell something is right,
Wild birds drinking her red blood flew lower,
Sinking life to cemetery dinners.
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
Let goodness overflowing
Blossoms of the sea
Are there in many creatures
Giant clams are beautiful
The grass looks black from the night's dull supper, The blood as well lost its colouring, sad. Why is the candle lit on that table? Ah, there I still see that dark broken arm. This one is very hungry without me, It's short and dirty and it has no blood, Perchance he sucked out of her dark dead arm The body is nowhere to be found, star. I am not a fraud. Results of their lies. God it is. The terror of lies and fraud. His dick made them into a hunting pair. I will better at this hunting table, A sudden visit by a white mad wolf. She-wolf appears to consume the foul arm. Hum! Is! At this cemetery's table.
In your mouth. Then her eyes were not bulging. I was wondering what she was thinking, I think she was too peaceful to look at. Then there is a teacher for everyone. Then I had to check my long nails' sharpness. As I glanced at the cold diamond cutter. Sticky smelly bodily fluid blood. It was after supper and the guests sat Already ate their share of chopped members, The short butcher woman was standing near, With her hidden sharp bold mangle; she killed, Dark night and mist in the forest cooled me, The chair this woman was sitting on begged, In a distance, a bird was heard flying.
Bonaventure Cemetery (Savannah, Georgia) from Pixabay.
Long dark curtains have opened and revelled; The tragic hallways in the mind of her, The people who used to be here with us, Then sailed out of the small cunt in her head. A brain opened with a diamond cutter, Blood oozing moderately on the chair, The diamond cutter blade sharp and brilliant, A wooden handle laid on the table, Next to the pieces of head roughly cut, Chewing the pieces of hair in her mouth, She didn't care wearing the given headpiece. I cared about her calm masked demeanour. What's your problem? I am asking you that. You should be concerned, and get the hair out.
I know you still want to kill me; Your way pretty. I know you like pretty people; Your way pretty. In life you hurt many people; Your way pretty. I know you are working at hard; Your way pretty. I know you like to kill me calm; Your way pretty. I know you like those funerals; Your way pretty. We are all alive standing near; Your way pretty. You are trying to live BIST way; Your way pretty. We know you still want to kill us; Your way pretty. Bitterness' cruel pain kills me; Your way pretty. We know you don't know how to love; Your way pretty. We know you are working at heart; Your way pretty.
Thus far the days have crumbled in the sky, Nights were very bad hurtfully painful, These torn clothes and dirty rags are a fly, Hide this blood of the murder is sinful. Cut flesh and heads are rolling on the ground. On the stick, another is existing. The messy black hair and worm-ridden mound; Butcher's knives laid out on the cross pissing. Hallways are opening to the shadow. That is moving through it. The stench of blood. Calling fucking god of mine to arrive. With his clarity of Jesus and Christ. Cunts flying in air after chopping bones. This female beast is ruthless this dark way.
I cannot look at your face etched with lies and grim expressions, Your filth, wretchedness towards all people are a complete hate, Your desolate words leave the mark of a cruel death on life; There was nothing really important in the confession, Vile cruel desires to sexually hate and masturbate, I cannot look at your face etched with lies and grim expressions; Where we are, this present moment, we do not need to question, The fair wrath about these problems rose above to emanate, Your desolate words leave the mark of a cruel death on life; Revolted by tainted feculent ugly evil session, Sharp blades wrathfully cutting through flesh materialized late, The fury of what was done has made high Dakini a wife; Cutting and slicing the dismemberment without a question, With red smouldering burning coals on the ground, they will prostrate; I cannot look at your face etched with lies and grim expressions, Asking to receive needed anger host times; an obsession, The demons flew over the canyon, raging to calibrate, Your desolate words leave the mark of a cruel death on life; With marriage consummated mountains grew a dark magician, Western swine never speak anything that doesn't infuriate, I cannot look at your face, etched with lies and grim expressions Murderous anger rose above problems and held a high knife.
This particular villanelle has an additional rhyme, I decided to use the refrain in a different way, I am sticking to the original villanelle repetition only using the first verse of the refrain in the poem; the original villanelle second line I repeat only in the first and fifth stanza, while I use different verses with the same rhyme for the third and sixth stanza. The verses have 15 syllables.
A1/B/C1 A/B/A1 A/B/C2 A/B/A1 A/B/C1 A/B/A1/C3
Oh enticing wrath, you are a guide of the true northern star. Flashes of fire and a war fight are all a cosmic design It takes great skills to do a battle and leave without a scar Celestial beings watchfully gather around an old shrine While the wrathful sanity's instant awaits to intertwine Oh enticing wrath, you are a guide of the true northern star. The ashes are falling as the smoke rises from the cigar You recognize the murderous rage of a swift man of mine It takes great skills to do a battle and leave without a scar Slit's expired wastes are keeping considerable fortunes far The moonless killings in the obscure canyons of a kin wine. Oh enticing wrath, you are a guide of the true northern star. Only the strong fate designers live in compelling Dakar Translucent spirits are abruptly flying with the divine It takes great skills to do a battle and leave without a scar Raging bellies of wild women who are looking for power Hunting down and driving to the ground the fake nasty swine. Oh enticing wrath, you are a guide of the true northern star. It takes great skills to do a battle and leave without a scar
This villanelle poem’s verses are 15 syllables.
A girl was very little; A toddler when she was hit; On the head by her mother. Girl has to live brain injured. Mother doesn't love her daughter. A girl was abused when little; Cried and cried and with her breath Survived. Brain injury is part of life, She walks with a cane, does what she can. Mother doesn't love her daughter. A woman knows her mother didn't love her; She stays away and seeks her own comfort; Good people aid her in living life; She hopes of real love and her family. Mother doesn't love her daughter. Days go by, further the woman is away; Not with her mother, better she becomes; Relieved, rested, peaceful, hopeful, happy. There is no more violence in her life. There is no more violence in her life.
Although I have a brain injury this poem isn’t about me. I came about my brain injury in a different way.
Catholic people are remembering the years of service of devotion and wisdom offered by cardinal Stefan Wyszyński. The Vatican announced the approval of a miracle attributed to Wyszyński’s intercession last October. The miracle involved the healing of a 19-year-old woman from thyroid cancer in 1989. May 28th marks the 40 year anniversary of his death, 15 days after Pope John Paul II was shot in an assassination attempt. Venerable eminence served Polish people and Catholics in Poland for many long years. In September cardinal will be beatified in the Polish capital of Warsaw.
Venerable Cardinal Wyszyński supervised a nine-year program of preparation building to a nationwide celebration of the millennium of Poland’s baptism in 1966.
He remains in the memory of all Poles and is revered and loved by many.
A good day to share, Salute to Saga Dawa, A nice time with us, Many people gathering, Aspirations were declared.
Today we had a nice live teaching and aspiration for the world along with prayers with Ven. Mingyur Rinpoche and Tergar community. It felt to me like the teachings were precisely what I am working with; the view & interconnectednes.
Photo of Rinpoche by me in Toronto in 2018
This life was such a short time, We both had lived a life of lucid pain, I don't ever want to see this grim death. My wrath turned to a wailing Dakini, Ours was unquestionably a sure love. At last, you left the grotesque fake marriage. We make a loving marriage, Our love regularly takes a long time, Together we emanate witty love. It's a dread to live in an awful pain. We share a dream of a white Dakini, We made arrangement for changing the death. This was misunderstood death. We build a cosmic strong steadfast marriage. Rage makes me a rebellious Dakini, Our present moments were packed with bad time. These years were filled for us with working pain, We escaped into our own wordy love. The colour of our wine love, Sour and bitter moments of public death. Friends knew we suffered her intended pain, So hateful unreasonable marriage. Many long hours we spent loving our time, Vengeance fury of a wild Dakini. Tale of a wise Dakini, Woman and man share a sensible love. It's unbearable to live with no time, I weep for men who get the wind of death. Through time and space, we share sacred marriage, It changes us completely; this deep pain. Not to live sorrowful pain. Our fortune is in a warm Dakini, Throughout all the time for us good marriage, Our long sweet squeezes of whispery love, Overcoming your rotten painful death, We always have a reliable time. You had no marriage lived in wicked pain; Cosmic time with a watchful Dakini; My winged love your unnecessary death.
There is no agreement in numbers in this poem.
Our bodies carry a message for the world, History, traditions, language make up race. People reflect, review, and study the past. People communicate, via writing or, gesturing or speaking. People have beliefs, lineages, and conducts in their traditions. It's impossible to a live life without, a language, a tradition and history. This represents who we are, defines our race. Numerous traditions inspire our thinking. How we appear says much about who we are. How we appear says much about who we are, Race creates thoughts and many circumstances. Our thoughts group us with people of similar, thinking focused on living their useful lives. Faces tell a story of our ancestry. Our race makes us distinct. We are who we are. There is no indistinct race. People are here. Since antiquity people name each other. People voice what is their tradition, lineage. Appearance and language are here to remain. Our bodies carry a message for the world.
The first thing I want to say is that there is justified and unjustified anger. I am justified in my anger. If you need to look for justice in your anger then you aren't justified. Anger does bring about wisdom. I am attending a course on emotions and I received a permission to write about anger. This is a very happy news that fuels me with positivity to do this program. I am doing this for myself. I chose to do this, no one asked me to do this. This is a good catalyst for many good things in my life. Like with all poetry, it really depends on how a reader wants to view the poem. It can be seen as something very personal and touching or provoking or as an artistic form of healing or impersonal, an observation. Five weeks starts tomorrow. May 28 2021 - June 25 2021
Heaven is filled with arranged symbols of light, Billions of years ago universe appeared, When we look out at our spiral galaxy, Far reaching cosmic distant space and bright lights, Patchy path of white light makes the milky way, Stars of light grouped in twelve signs of zodiac, Some are very old and guide our way surely, Others are young, all of them are gassy balls. Planets moving and working with each other, Hosting new stars nebulas are giving birth, Celestial pieces moving solar system.