The Broken Beast Dirge

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Portrait of Ian, 2021

I am a broken, sputtering machine, still trying to work. I know that words have meaning, and so I gave this post the title, The Broken Beast Dirge. A dirge is a slow mournful piece of music. Imagine the sound of a solo bagpipe playing a hauntingly beautiful tune for the fallen hero or heroine.

I was happy, capable, quick witted and always interested in tomorrow. How do I know? I see ads for rugs, runners, on my phone, things I thought about buying to decorate our home. Colorful things. I loved color. I liked to shop, I liked new clothes, furniture, decorating. Reds, purples, yellow and blue. I was eccentric, but I had desire and ability. I think it’s over six years since my mind started to unravel. Five years since the confirmed diagnosis. Alzheimer’s disease. Over five years since the Spect scan. That was…

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haunting errors

resurrecting the trashcan bard

searching for god still
in the  haunted house 
perched upon a man made hill 

i stare into a ghost's mirror 
no nobodaddy do i see 
but the beast is getting nearer 
the savior fades into the sea

i hear a groaning door 
in the haunted house 
thats resting on the sea shore  

i look back at the ghost mirror 
i see the beasts wanted poster
his aged face is getting clearer
my quarry is getting closer 

i float like a ghost 
in the haunted house 
that sails the milky way's coast

i stare out a shattered window 
where time is reversed 
the sunrise is full of innuendo 
physics reacts unrehearsed 

i stand as a porch post 
apart from the haunted house 
left behind like a burnt signpost 

to the house of lucid dreams 
to the house of mimicking mirrors
to the house of echoing requiems 
to the house of haunted…

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Art of Movement

Savvy Raj

Personally speaking, I have a deep interest in the art of movements, especially the ones that elucidate the flow… perhaps that is why I love dancing but on the other hand I have been equally captivated by the beauty of Tai chi and more so Qi Gong.

The healing energy of movement has often been a subject of deep passion, respect and research for me.

Likewise I am especially fond of the flowing Waltz as well. Since childhood, dancing comes naturally to me but have always found myself grappling to understand why martial art is even necessary.Until much later I started exploring the potency of energy in each of us…through a little introduction into Tai chi as well by conscious choice.

Allow me to present my reflections on this subject in a flow….

In a dance
There is an interconnect
Of emotion and movement
As to emote is to sense

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Spectacular Trees

Savvy Raj

Recently I came across this picture
Of a truly unique tree called the Tibetan Cherry…

Mesmerized by its brilliant red hues
I was drawn to research a bit more…

The more I read about it
The more I was drawn to sharing this…

I dedicate these following couplets
To this fascinating vision of a tree.

One of the myriad expressions
Of nature’s majestic manifestation.

Alluring copper coloured tree
That creates awe and wonder.

Also known as the Paperbark Cherry
This is a tall tree, growing to around thirty feet in height.

Known to be a native Chinese tree with glossy trunk.
And bumpy bands of lines around it.

Resplendent with red berries, during autumn
Its foliage turns into golden yellow…

And by spring emerges a bloom
Of tiny white flower clusters.

Such a spectacular ornamental shrub
That I would love to meet someday!

Savvy

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A day of silence

Love this

Savvy Raj

~ Silence ~

A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.
A day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
In marvelous lute and drum.
Is not most talking
A crazed defense of a crumbling fort?
I thought we came here
To surrender in Silence,
To yield to Light and Happiness,
To Dance within
In celebration of Love’s Victory!

~ Hafiz ~

Be silent and sense the stillness

A million moves may be more

Are manifesting in this now

Hear the music unfold its rhthym

Be still and sense the moves

For stillness is full of movements

In the depth of Silence

We witness the dance within.

Savvy

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The Suitcase

This is quite powerful

Savvy Raj

The Suitcase

A man died, when he realized it, he saw God coming closer with a suitcase in his hand.
– God said: Alright son its time to go.
– surprised the man responded: Now? So soon? I had a lot of plans…
– I’m sorry but its time to go.

– What do you have in that suitcase? the man asked.
– God answered: Your belongings.
– My belongings? you mean my things, my clothes, my money?
-God answered: Those things were not yours they belonged to the earth.

– Is it my memories? the man asked.
-God answered: those never belonged to you they belonged to Time

– Is it my talents?
-God answered: those were never yours they belonged to the circumstances.

– Is it my friends and family?
-God answered: I’m sorry they were never yours they belonged to the path.

– Is it my wife…

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Tudor Society in Lincolnshire

This is very fascinating

History... the interesting bits!

Katherine Parr, Henry VIII’s 6thh queen

In 1485 England was a small kingdom, the whole country consisted of a population of less than 3 million people, with 60,000 living in the capital, London.1 The Wars of the Roses was very much a recent trauma in the national memory. The country was a predominantly rural society, with local loyalties to local landowners – such as the Percies in Northumberland – taking precedence over national considerations. Noticeable regional differences varied in speech, diet, cloth, farming methods, the shape of church towers, and even the veneration of the saints. In Tudor Lincolnshire the Fens were yet to be drained, few roads were well-maintained and even they could be treacherous in heavy rains. Lincoln itself had been effected by the decline in the wool trade, and with a shrinking population, its size and prosperity were also decreasing.

A distinction was also rising among…

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Frederick Douglass ╽Escaping Slavery – A Story Of Risk, Freedom & Triumph

THE CHRONICLES OF HISTORY

Today In History – Frederick Douglass is born on February 14th, 1818. He was a social reformer, abolitionist, orator, writer, and statesman after escaping from slavery in Maryland. Douglass became a national leader of the abolitionist movement in New York and Massachusetts. His work and anti-slavery writing became famous around the world.

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