Kindness

clowns decorate random acts of kindness

with the gravity of tenderness

look and leave people dance

as death

chases them through life

go go go

Mont Blanc rollerball stands tall purple thin strong
Tell me about the frugal gambling foreigners investing in Kampot

the sleepy little town with corroding French architecture

How Italian, French and German expats describe their passion

for becoming along rivers of life with restaurants, bars, movie theatre of the fantastic,

OM Hindu therapeutic Moringa powdered elixirs, guesthouses with miniature golf hole in one, pepper plantations, organic yoga retreats, sunset river boat cruises
opportunities for physically challenged humans signing

“Hello” as blind masseurs knead muscles trekked out

after paying Chinese casino gambling debts hiking through deep unconscious jungles

hearing silent footsteps of serene orange robed boy monks

meditating on compassion chant sutras in gratitude

Pure mind: illusion

Create

Imagination

Experiment

Dream

Play

Smiling makes you happy

Be happy for no reason

Your compassion is greater than your fear

Grow Your Soul

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World as illusion

Kampot ceremony
70,000 years of pointillism
 
Walking makes the road
 
Khmer wedding music clanging symbols
Yellow silk accompanies jackhammers
In a brave new world

Mawlamyine, Burma

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Pure mind Buddhism - world as illusion
 
How’s this for coincidence chance fate
You walk to market
Past a massage place greeted by seated smiling woman named Cosmos
Connection strong married two kids 14/5

used to run her own place until husband said no

now p/t for sister needing help
Delight intensity oral pleasure friendly and communicative
 
A few poetic words about Kampot morning
Energies
Frequencies
Transmissions
Cool fresh dawn breeze
Swift lets in kitchen prepare bird nest soup using saliva
 
Boys tear down wedding celebration immaterial
after food conversations song dance concert
celebrations in narrow park garden
red bunting where

loud happiness

spills into a brown river below green silent mountains
 
Funky second-hand shop discovers Burmese

cheroot aha flashback to Mandalay market purveyor of rolled leaves

Mawlamyine, Burma

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Dancing possibilities in Kampot dawn
Delicious stream-of-consciousness
Be invisible little angel of light
Have mercy becoming Wushu meditation
Comedy
 
Chanting monks flame orange voices
Ageless Vietnamese woman pushes wheeled trash treasures
Her spine curves toward tomorrow’s promise
Mystery light
Sensation perception intuitive
 
Line
Shape
Shading
Discernment
Detachment
Calligraphy
Breath
Line pressure
Sign language

Riding the rails in Burma - 2015

Grow Your Soul - Poems and Prose from Laos & Cambodia

new world life

Keep your own counsel
Poetry is what happens when nothing else can
It’s what you find in the corner

Circus people live on the edge
Sunset swift lets fill orange sky with magic

Breathe in nose
Mental hypothalamus
Unconscious

70,000 years of pointillism
Walking makes the road
Khmer wedding music clanging symbols
Yellow silk accompanies jackhammers

In a brave new world

Pure mind Buddhism - world as illusion
Clowns decorate random acts of kindness
With the gravity of tenderness

Look and leave people dance
As death
Chases them through life
Go go go

Smiling makes you happy
Be happy for no reason
Your compassion is greater than your fear

 

Rain glorious soft smooth clear rain
Cloud tears echo silence

Calm way
Spring speaks laughter
Cool sky jazz

Water imagination seeds with bliss & gratitude
Diamonds reflect a universe on bamboo leaf

In a Brave New World you shift from truth and beauty to comfort and happiness.
I ate civilization.

Grow Your Soul

Eudemonia

What is life?

Autonomy.

Personal growth.

Self-acceptance.

Purpose.

Environmental mastery.

Positive relationships.

Eudaimonia.

Near Jakarta he shared a universal story with Grade 4. “Many tribes love to look back. Passion and grasping creates suffering. It's a genetic molecule of fear, healthy doubt, fantastic uncertainty, surprise and adventure. Monkey mind. No worries, no memories. A child’s innocent curiosity lives in the present.”

“Every little thing is in front of us,” said a genius kid.

“Yes,” Lucky said, “focus on your essential needs not your wants. Imaginary wants manifest desire. Attachment and grasping creates suffering. Suffering is an illusion. We are all passing through. Humans look back in their vivid reptilian imagination hoping to see a ghost memory, a figment of their imagination."

Is it safe?

“Change is scary. They look back to remember where they came from. They look back because they are afraid they will never see the village and people again. They use their disappearing energy to look behind wondering and wandering and milling around in a perpetual state of shock and distraction.

“Humans seek clues at their personal ground zero. They’ve evolved from distant galaxies. Java man evolved here 40,000 years ago. Accepting an evolutionary premise, their DNA star chart continues its genetic dance. We are stardust. Never trust an atom. They make up everything. The world is made of stories not atoms. Oh, and one more thing. Don’t let school interfere with your education.”

He lived in talking monkey zones. They ate rice, drank water and fucked. They washed one set of clothing and hung it on bamboo.

They killed all the animals and burned down all the forests. They bred, worked and got slaughtered. Shamans brought rain. Tropical downpours gave humans free showers.

Food was cheap. Let’s eat mantra. This had nothing to do with simian behavior. It had nothing to do with two women sitting in a dark warung food joint near a private school facing a tall cinder block wall.

Chickens goats and cats prowled pecked and foraged in garbage. One woman sat in a deep meditation as her friend cleaned her scalp. They took turns exploring and inspecting. This genetic ritual was practiced in world zoos, jungles and rain forests.

Chattering storytellers. Musicians played ancient gamelan tunes. Heal people with music. Music is the fuel.

Idle Indonesian males after washing taxis studied accumulated grime under long yellow curling fingernails. Waiting for passengers they played chess in Banyan tree shade. Checkmate, said Death, You lose.

Drivers visited the warung chatting up girls, devouring spicy rice mixed with tofu, chicken, veggies, green chilies and deep-fried snacks.

One lucky explorer created a Brave New World.

Culture is what you are.
Nature is what you can be.

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Meridian of time

"On the meridian of time there is no injustice

there is only the poetry of motion

creating the illusion of truth and drama."  Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer.

Mandalay, Burma

I am a shaman. A storyteller embraces "what if?"

People chained to the earth to pay for the freedom of their eyes.

Free and easy. No past no future.

A blind man plays strings.

His daughter plays a drum leading him through life.

Music guides their quest. Music is the fuel.

Mindfulness breath ease god out.