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Thursday
Apr062017

Butterfly Nose

Stone path
White yellow butterfly
Hello
Flutter wings
Dancing air
Touches nose
Ah ha

Language river
Brown life highway
Mountain silent
Clouds fly around
Here we go

Brown orange
Butterfly
Escapes rain
Resting
On Kroma rainbow
Cloth



Orange brown
Butterfly lands on forehead
Feelers probe eyebrow, scalp, ear
Skin
Massage
Sit still as a mountain

Still mountain
Flowing river
Sky dancer
Sitting still
Breath rain

She sent a bamboo forest
Poem heart
From Australia (summer)
To Laos (rainy season)

 Clouds dance mountainsButterfly rainbows
Avoid spider webs
 
Under rafters
Parents teach spinning art
Wait until you feel the vibration
Rush down
Grab your struggling meal
Haul it into darkness
 
Upstream brown
Nam Ou sings
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a
Dream 

A French tourist takes a GPS
Reading
We are lost he tells his wife
Crying in the rain
You will never see
Your precious cat
Again
 
Butterfly swoops
Eardrum brush
Sky mind nature
Original
 
It's not a gamble
It's an investment
Upriver
Weaving village Supjam
Cotton, silk

Dressed in cloud
Mountain celebrates
Luminous forests
Blossoming

The Temple of the Divine Madman

Bhutan
Druk Yul - Land of the Thunder Dragon
Keep it raw
Human flourishing
Eudaimonia

Under this mask, another mask.
I will never be finished removing all these faces.

Wandering river mystic wind
Rhythm of world
Dances
No fear
Expanding joy
Contentment
Laughter therapy

Jump out of your skin
Backwards
Dream

Mind-stream transmission
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
 
Cloud carries
East weight
Wind
Around green granite
Mountains
Singing
Here we come

 Brown Nam Ou river

Developing strength

Flowing south from China

Phongsali, Muang Kieu
Karst
Sang
Bring it on
I am thirsty
 
Cloud
Dumped wet cold slashing
H2O
Wait
Stay longer said Nam Ou
I need you
Yes said Cloud
I pass through
Dressing mountains
I dance with Wind-spirits
 
Tiger butterfly
Guards stone entrance
Kisses wing sky
 
The map is not the
Territory
Linguistic syntax interpretation
Cloud dresses mountain

past nine mountains
river brown paints
 
Yellow butterfly waves
hello farewell
Return soon breath wing
Blues harp C key
Luminous magic

Long mud road south
River, villages, mountains
Green all green
Rice paddies luminous

 

A farmer walks
through strong luminous
green
rice paddies
his life
 
See with soft eyes
Five weeks on river
Ling's passion
Caress reunion
Ease down slow
 
Sweet smiling sorrow
Laughter's delight
Gentle calm way

 

 
Mountains clouds river
Butterflies
Wave farewell
Thank you for visiting
Good luck to you and your family
Passing through

Tuesday
Feb142017

delicate gesture

a professional stranger shows up
among whisper smiles

old man
bamboo staff
coughs
walks

voices decipher a khmer woman
in a wheelchair
dancing her smile
extends a plastic bucket 
grateful for .50¢
ageless 
her smile a fragrance
beauty remembers graciousness

 

a rail thin girl never made eye contact
removing black chopsticks from a glass

bell jar

tapped them on edge
solving water molecules

she ate slow noodles
with jutted black teeth 

her beauty encapsulated tea
left hand cradled glass
a little finger curls space

delicate Apsara dancer

refined movement

Thursday
Feb092017

Fried Ego

In Ankara and elsewhere Lucky suggested to students they pay attention. Many were too poor to pay attention, pay themselves first, or practice meditation calming their tortured heart-minds.

“Feel light about it, let go of your fragile ego. Fried ego is dust floating on the fluid of your eyes.”

Some released expectations.

Others relaxed from grasping imaginary fears perceived as reality.

Reality is a crutch or as Freedom said to his once-in-a-lifetime paramour a crotch.

So-called reality is a crock of shit said a passive girl getting a leg up.

Hurry and finish money said to time. Take your time didn’t listen.

Other, acknowledging deeper emotional feelings, sensing heart’s wisdom-mind of intent practiced simplicity, serenity and compassion with gratitude.

The Language Company

Wednesday
Jan252017

bored masseuse

staggering through blissfull
awareness

laconic cell phone selfie love
thai video addictions

hungry for rice, money, families, love

daily nutritional intake
well removed from stone temples
historical perspectives

raising too many children
in male absent scenarios 
this glimmering

cube of ice

Tuesday
Jan032017

Sitting

In a quiet zone at high noon

Nourishment in the zen eqilibrium

Overhead fan churns invisible air

Grandmother peels purple grapes

Mother waits for noodle soup people

Son plays games on phone, chattering with friends

No blaring TV,

Obscure voices from slurping nurses, doctors,

Poor people wait for a miracle of modern medicine.