Panda talks about freedom, family and her attitude. Willing to share honest truth & emotions.
Unname the present to see visions of the future, said a prophet.
The army of trees, river saga, roots.
How much are you willing to give up to play this music?
What I want to hear is what you don't know.
I'm just a beginner.
Transcendent function brings opposites together.
Memory, logic, imagination.
Clouds gather mass
Rain song
Waves curl dance
Empty beach
Sandcastles
Meditation
I appear every seventeen years. What am I?
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In dreams begin responsibility – W.B. Yeats
Khmer family hauls relatives, pots, pans, kids and laughter
To a never ending beach party
Healthy Fear Doubt & Uncertainty stalks courage
In a random universe
Everyone talks at once
Because they are too poor to pay attention
The loudest one
Is Happy Noise champion
Ladies and gentlemen
Step right
Up
The Greatest Show on Earth!
Buy a ticket
Take the ride
Kid shovels sand
Wave waves farewell to a wave
Lost blind eyed adults
Minus attention span
Discuss whining possibilities
In unforgiving universe
Small skinny children sing
My stomach comes first
Waves of churning
Wisdom seeking wisdom
Laugh
In a floating world Ukiyo-e
Dreams accept responsibility
You become the thing you fight the most
Your mask eats your face
Grow Your Soul - Prose & Poems from Laos / Cambodia
Language creates a false world (but) the only way out of that false world is through language.
Go beyond language through language.
Spirituality & Art. Impulse.
A deeper reality. Visionary.
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Written by the mendicant monk Dōgen, September 26, 1242.
From the single blossom five leaves uncurled: Upon one single leaf a Tathagata stood alone.
Her vow to harmonize our lives is ocean deep,
As we spin on and on, shouldering our deeds of right and wrong.
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Dogen's Death Poem
Fifty-four years lighting up the sky.
A quivering leap smashes a billion worlds.
Hah!
Entire body looks for nothing.
Living, I plunge into Yellow Springs.
Dogen (1200-1253)
Night waves crash into foam silence
Ebb tide sings invisible musical interlude
How it feels after Kampot cement, cycles, horns,
Symphonies of process down all the days
Winging free swiftlets sky
The sea churned all day
Blue green
Fragments of gray blue clouds cover a thin horizon line
Near horizon it was purple
Silver ran inland to meet green blue floating waves
Energy flows toward white brown sand rolling energy
Created banks of white waves
Whitecaps roll tumble crash curl wearing atoms and molecules
A gentle mixture of force and calm eases into sand land
A band of sunset pink tongued with purple sails west into high cumulus
Beach town quiet
Growing empty at May’s end
Long mass of gray clouds dances on horizon
Light fades as swimmers run jump dive into waves
Beach walkers stare inland
Their eyes are lost if they see sea
It’s too much to comprehend
Too vast
Too immense beautiful and complete
Clouds gather mass
Rain song
Waves curl dance
Empty beach
Sandcastles
Meditation
In dreams begin responsibility – W.B. Yeats
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Grow Your Soul - Poems from Laos & Cambodia
Unhappy people in a happy world
Sign ones talk with hands eyes heart
Voice ones – the loudest talker is big life’s winner minus comprehension
Burma
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Photography > invisible > experiment > experience > innocent > detour > go slow
Ghost
Everything is special and precious
You are a miracle
Burma
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Grow Your Soul
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