Archive for April, 2010

Gibran, Tagore, Valmiki, Rimbaud, Neruda.

The following are pieces from poems by Kahlil Gibran, Rabindranath Tagore, Valmiki, Rimbaud and Pable Neruda. Practise your disemvowelling.

1. You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.

2.When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

3. For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides,

4. I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works
that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

5.In a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness
Four-faced Brahma broods.

6. I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears

7. The mirror of Hortense
Images everything monstrous.

8. Everything seen…
the vision glems in evry air.

9. Who will stir up whirlwinds of furious fire
If we do not, and those whom we call brothers?

10. We must not leave tis place.
around the lip of the cup we share, these words,

11. Which is worth more, a creowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?

12. Don’t worry abut saving those songs!
And if one of our instruments break,
it doesn’t matter.

13. Between shadow and space, between trimmings and damsels,
endowed with a singular heart and sorrowful dreams,

14. It is a single hour long as a vein,
and between the acid and patience of wrinkled time
we pass

15. Scarcely withing my reason, with my fingers,
with slow waters slow inundated,
I fall into the realm of forget-me-nots,


Lesson 254: 15 english poems disemvowelled.

Can you guess the poems and the poets?

I have left smaller words in to make things more readable.

1. My mstrss’ ys are nthng lk th sn;

Crl is fr mr rd thn hr lps’ rd:

2.Whn to th sssons of swt slnt thght

I smmn up rmmbrncs of thngs pst,

3. Le me nt to th mrrg of tr mnds

dmt mpdmnts.

4. Shll I cmpr th to a smmr’s dy?

Th art mr lvly nd mr tmprt:

5. Gthr ye Rsbds whl ye my,

ld Tm is stll a-flyng:

6. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

7. Th sea is clm to-nght.

Th td is fll, th mn ls fr

8. Trnng and trnng in th wdnng gyr

Th flcn cnnt hr th flcnr;

9. Smthng thr is tht dsn’t lv a wll,

Tht snds the frzn-grund-swll ndr it,

10. i thnk Yu Gd for mst ths mzng

dy:for the lpng grly sprts of trs

11. Do nt go gntl nt tht gd nght,

ld age shuld brn and rv at cls of dy;

12. The pprton of ths fcs in th crwd;

Ptls on a wt, blck bugh.

13. As cl as th pl wt lvs

of lly-of-th-vlly

Sh ly bsd me in th dwn.

14. Chldrn, if yu dr to thnk

Of th grtnss, rrnss, mchnss,

15. ‘A cld cmng we hd of it,

Jst th wrst tm of th yr


Another day…

Bourke’s Luck Potholes, the Nan Hua Buddhist Temple and the Blyde River Canyon.

Another collection of mixed pics. A trip to Bourke’s Luck and the potholes, the Nan Hua Buddhist Temple and the Blyde River Canyon.

Bourke’s Luck
These surreal potholes are a natural feature formed through water erosion where the Blyde River and the Treur River meet. They are about 90kms from Johannesburg, South Africa. And they are gorgeous.
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Nan Hua
Nan Hua Temple (南華寺, Nanhua Si) is the largest Buddhist temple and seminary in Africa. It is 70kms from Johannesburg. It is open from 9 to 5 everyday except Monday.
more info:

Blyde River Canyon
At 25km long and 700m deep, the Blyde River Canyon, is the third largest canyon in the world. There is a great hiking trail where one hikes along the canyon floor.
more info:

lv y mdly: 5 poems

Your smile; so beautifully you
Its wings carry us beyond forever
So no place is ever far away

Your smile slips all over me
Neither time nor space can separate us
So we live eternally now.
Fragile: strength to birth a new world.

Like a flower to rain
we turned eyes as one
And beneath us as the earth turned
we were bleeding unseen.
Now like tears we fall
This sky makes shooting stars of us all.

My soul is aflame
With the colours of this sky.
My heart: A rainbow mirror.
Soon the colours slip silently beneath the edge of the world
Does the rainbow begin again on the other side?

.Here is the universe in my open hand and I hold her like a newborn raindrop.

moon in silver falls

My heart is an open wound that grows with each breath, each beat. I feel it inside deepening, threatening to burst through my self. I hardly know where to begin to heal myself. I cannot stop my heart to keep it safe, stop it from becoming jaded from pain. Time stand still. Time move on. Which will bring me closer to closure? Our stories fade, our memories lighten and I cannot bear the thought of losing the freshness of us.

Once you were near and I could lay a hand out to touch you in the cool dark, in the warm light. Now you are somewhere else and I am here reaching out to that emptiness that once was you. My arms ache from the lack of you. I try to hold on to myself and feel alive inside but I am not the same as I once was with you. Cruel time that plays such tricks. Sometimes when I am here, I find I am waiting for you to meet me. And my mind reminds me all too late that you will not come. It is my hope not yourself that hangs in the air tenderly caressing me.

It is your joy and tenderness I miss.  And the silliness of us. And that beautiful comfort of knowing that you know me. I find it hard to give you up with no will to choose to leave. And I find it harder still believing that I am so easy to leave.

My heart is an open wound that bleeds with each sunrise. I feel its raw life flowing, promising a new day and like the rising sun I cannot hold it still. You say I should rise out of this like the dawn but like the dawn those few moments of fierce being fade into the tamed light of day. I cannot hold my heart back. She is untamed like a storm that breathes itself into being: potent yet vulnerable.

Moon in silver falls –
Rushing in dreams
Breathing soft memories –
Your sounds.

At night I feel you close, a breath away and turning to hold you – I cannot see where you have moved in the dark. The dark covers you and I am alone. And the truth of it all is that I miss you. Is it so difficult to believe that I should love you still? I am full with dreams. They move inside me under my skin close to my surface.  My soul remains gentle at the core and someday I will return to myself whole.

wish we could drink pleasure: ramblings and 4 poems

Last night I awakened to the sounds of the moon howling brightly into my bedroom window. I realised I had changed into a woman where once I had been a girl. I got up from my bed and walked through the moonlight to the mirror hidden in the shadows. How pale the moon makes my eyes look, how alive she reflects my inner sights. I watched the play of light and dark on the contours of my body and imagined myself in a body not my own. Not my own. His hands wandered over the subtle curves and sharp angles, slowly marking his territory, slowly discovering new countries.


Tasting time in a kiss
And in that moment
And in your eyes
All that was me was silent
And still alive
And in that stillness electric
I feel your heart beating
where mine still is…

my love,
you are deep pleasure.
consider mine

like tender, familiar pure soul
sweet embraces warm and complete.
I am full here in you.

gently love,
our sacred motion
in wonder

dreams for breath.
strength feeds wild rhythms in us;
tender magic sensual love.

consider space, mine.
every bold nibble
like sweet mystery
wet bliss celestial moment
melt familiar you.

laugh, my lover
between thought and feeling
is the sky.

Wish we could drink pleasure