Category Archives: Bamboo Leaves

DYING RACES OF MANKIND

Posted on February 21, 2019 by

When the rich see the very poorthey know it is timeto buy their valuables.Cheaply. This ancient people were driven out of Tibetby the Tibetans,out of China by the Chinese and out of Burmaby the Burmese. Ah Kah people are very … Continue reading →

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CHINESE NEW YEAR

Posted on February 7, 2019 by

Chinese New Yearalways comes in February. (Usually.) This is the lastof the twelve year cycle;the Year of the Pig. Processions, dragon dances,fireworks and smoke,cymbals and drums. The Chinese close their shops,do not sweep their housesand pay respectto the Ancestors.They put … Continue reading →

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CHRISTMAS DAY ON SAMET ISLAND

Posted on December 23, 2018 by

begins in the half darkwith a six inch huntsman spiderexploring my chair,ends with a Laotian girl,with all the charmof sibylline eyes,wearing a fourteen inch centipedeas a writhing, living braceletthat digs its claws into her slender arm. In between, courtesy of … Continue reading →

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ASHRAM MELODY

Posted on December 11, 2018 by

The best way of enough is all gone,for that there is no argument upon. While there is still something in the dishthere is, in Mind, propensity to wish. Wishing is a film that spreads itself like jamand turns the dullest … Continue reading →

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FREEDOM

Posted on October 18, 2018 by

Freedom from the Past is the Present. Freedom from the Future is the Present. The Present is a crack that runs through the universe. Into it everything disappears like snowflakes into a bonfire. For Māra’s people, the Present is a … Continue reading →

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THE WAY

Posted on September 29, 2018 by

The stepping stone path runs across the valley. Either some of the stones have sunk or the mud has been rising. Those who try to cross get muddy feet. Some wander off. Some sink and disappear altogether.   (Poem from … Continue reading →

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MIDSUMMER DREAM

Posted on September 9, 2018 by

I dreamed of Paradise Garden; sunlight sliding down from an infinite sky through cedar trees to emerald lawns; oriental poppies six feet high, Indian butterflies gliding by through multilayered shades of blue. Olympian Apollo’s statue holds a fountain in his … Continue reading →

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