Tag: Nature

Sakura Kenjutsu

Sweet sakura song
No deception in music
From cherry blossom

Sharp steel Katana
Too deadly to use indoors
Slice wind in garden

Wakizashi sheathed
Pink blossoms settle on hilt
His Katana flows

Hattori Hanzo
Leaping on dojo rooftops
Stops to breathe cherry

Under cherry tree
Friends become firm blood brothers
With sake and true oaths

Sekigehara
Red blossoms flow like rivers
Ieyasu bathes

Near sakura tree
Truth heals wounded warrior
While he spars with wind

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Vanishing Serpent Coves

The snake slithers in the garden cove
Sarpa kavu, once a house feature
A tradition from past’s treasure trove
Sanctuary for reptilian creatures
A wild overgrowth at property’s edge
It also sometimes functioned as a hedge

But families grew too big, houses shrank
Land sold off to condominium banks
There’s no longer space for the wild snake cove

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Dance snake dance, on these concrete streets
Dance snake dance, dodging rubber wheels

Dream Paralysis

Tonight I am fire, I am wind, I am storm
Tonight I am the calm middle, swirling, whirling
Where is the i? Nearby, playing music of dawn
Accompanying a chorus of millions: souls
Singing their spirits from head to toes… I invoke
Hit the choke, for a gasoline epiphany

You dare claim ownership? You dare claim Empire?
Subjecting Nature, disrespecting natural order?
Polluting without purpose, enslaving, denigrating
A gentle breeze blows now, it will grow intense, no pretense
For wind spirits are simple beings, straight shooters in this war

Come back to this in three generations, come and ponder
How the earth rolled in waves, how the sky was covered in cloud
How the ash dole was made, the storms of dust Vulcan endowed
And remember, your bodies do not own the Land, the Land owns your bodies

(Wake now, wake, wake, wake up, I must wake up, will I wake up? Awaken Fool!

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My world has gone to dust, cut to shreds by debris of War… but soul endures.

Many roads to take for the body, only one path for the soul: forwards or backwards)

Raindrops on Granite

Sitting on my terrace, watching the rain
And the raindrops keep falling on my head

I watch them hit a puddle, a paean
A mad melody that I see and hear
Concentric circles, forming endlessly
Intersecting, then dissipating. Again!

Li di Da la ta Ra di mi si ri
And the raindrop keeps falling in my head

A row of pigeons sit on the railing
Watching in patience the grey Sky’s wailing

Glug… a new sound on the puddle tympanum
Circles turn into whirlpools on the stratum

I am drenched!

(Teardrops from above cease
The pretty flowers bloom
Birds take flight
The Sky now listens in delight
To song of Earth’s beauty)

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Sol Slavery

As dawn break nears, patterns emerge, of day walkers
Cock-a-doodle-do, the rooster’s loud serenade
Owls make way for fowls, while men smear their marmalade

Dogs and crows begin their fight, scaring the joggers
Barking and cawing, a tumultuous battle
A constant rattle, the bells of the sun’s cattle

Sol, an entity of order, never falters
Sol, the enslaver of earthly material
Sol, the bright bringer, purveyor of Time’s cycles
What would happen if we didn’t wear these halters?
Unrestricted by natural rhythms: fatal
Without these chains would we even reach post natal?

Master of the Balance, of Darkness and Brilliance, I sing this song for you.

Image: NASA

Ban’s Counter Attack

Ban grows agitated and begins to violently kick
Tam defends himself with shield. Sky Mother’s womb begins to leak
A soothing song calms both infants, and discourse begins once more
Ban, provided additional nutrition, begins to soar

“If men were more than animals
Driven by biochemicals
Then they would be aware
They wouldn’t easily scare

If men were no more than automatons
Moving to commands of instinct programmed
Eating their carrots or fearing batons
Being so easily conned, robbed and scammed
Of their common sense. So moved by falsehood
That they’d sell their morals for things like ‘nationhood’
Murdering each other for a chance at living in Gollywood, or forever screaming about being ‘misunderstood’
Exhibiting the pack behaviour of primates in all their glory
Beating their pecs, savoring the role of King Kong in the story
Obsessed with legacy, mired completely in physicality
Then perhaps I’d have been able to digest your words more easily

The selfless ones are aberrations, not the norm
When we are delivered from the womb you’ll see this storm

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Ban and Tam discuss dualities, spirits, animals, planets and stars

The spirits applaud my recent venture
So I go forth once more
Into the Sky Womb, the Mind Tomb
Of the bright questioning twins, Ban and Tam

Ban: So you believe man a duality
Of soul and body, mind umbilical?
Then why do we see only this reality
If we are inherently given such capacity?

Tam: Belief and Truth must be two very different things
Belief evolves as further revelation rings
I infer mind’s presence through body’s acts
Spirit through mind, soul through spirit

Exploring the soul may lead to further realms’ discovery
But going beyond this now tends to overwhelm infant me

Ban: what of other animals? What of stars?
Do they exist beyond physicality?
What of great bright Sol and what of red dead Mars?
Do they live conscious in a realm beyond ours?

Tam: If they do, we can only speculate
Animals are imbued with a simplicity
Their spirits are easier to comprehend
Perhaps we will discover more about them at some later date
As for planets and stars, they’re too different for me to relate

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