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Lesson 13 The Way of the Wizard

(Poem 90 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“God made this world, so it must be interesting enough to keep His attention. If you find things growing tired or stale or predictable, perhaps it is you who have lost the capacity to be interested.” Merlin-Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/OAArtS

This shadow world we grope through in darkness
must be illuminated inwardly to see the real.
Once we know something to be true and bind the
experience with the label of words, the trap has sprung.
Reality is the trembling of a delicate bird we have
caught, its heart thumping in our hands like a
quivering reed, who will perish if we hold it too long.
To go beyond the frontier of the known, we must
“forget everything and anticipate nothing.”
Only then will we pierce the boundary of perception
that challenges our familiarity with our limitations,
reveal spaces enmeshed in our everyday awareness
that are nuances, textures, aromas of beyond.
The unknown will beckon us from our shadow prisons,
and we will fly away, release by our own hands.

@Home Studio – 90th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp. 90-95.

Across the Universe

(Poem 89 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Actors (clockwise from top C) Martin Luther McCoy, Dana Fuchs, T.V. Carpio, Ekaterina Sknavina, Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Kiva Dawson, Joe Anderson and Halley Wegryn Gross are shown in a scene from the film “Across The Universe” in this undated publicity photograph. https://images.app.goo.gl/VGx3qPKwxrQnu3xp6

i’m just a Girl standing here
wanting you to Hold Me Tight
so i can give you All My Loving.
I Want to Hold Your Hand.
though i endure tough times
With a Little Help From my Friends,
It Won’t Be Long before i need
more than they can give, but
I’ve Just Seen a Face that i can never
forget, and that is saying a lot for me.
i pray that god will Let It Be our
destiny that we will Come Together
forever, and if we ever get married,
Why Don’t We Do It in the Rain?
If I Fell, would you catch me?
I Want You to be the one who
always catches me, not the one
who says, “She’s So Heavy”, and
shirks the hard parts of love.
Dear Prudence will be our saving
grace, for our future will never
lack with us in it. we’ll be Flying
high the Blue Jay Way over the
rainbow and off to neverland
where I Am the Walrus and you are
the Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite
because you make my heart soar.
Something you said to me changed
my perspective forever, Oh! Darling.
you loved me as i was, freckles and
paleness, green-eyed simplicity, and
Strawberry Fields Forever.
it was a Revolution to be loved for
myself and celebrated for my curves.
you love me when i suffer,
and While My Guitar Gently Weeps,
you hold and comfort me, transporting
my grief Across the Universe.
you love me when my anger has
turned our world Helter Skelter and i
have forgotten Happiness
is a Warm Gun aimed at a Blackbird
the only way to handle strife?
no, you have shown me that
it’s ok to walk away, to pause,
to let things simmer down, then say Hey
Jude-iciously discuss our differences.
Don’t Let Me Down, my love.
don’t ever become someone other
than who you are. whoever said,
All You Need Is Love, never got a divorce.
you also need the right person, a
person who makes you feel like
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
when things are rough and you feel like
lana in the dirt with slime.

@Home Studio – 89th poem of the year

Todd, Suzanne., et al. Across the Universe Widescreen., Sony Pictures Home Entertainment, 2009.

Hobbit Hole

(Poem 83 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/IqifFz

Someday I’ll live in a hobbit hole
and grow mushrooms and sweet mint.
I’ll stoke a small fire to cut the chill
and steep cinnamon for a cozy scent.

First thing in the morning, I’ll sip my tea,
while I watch the sunrise in peace.
Then at 10:02, I’ll water the plants,
before hand-feeding the bunnies and geese.

By then it’ll be time for second breakfast—
berries and cream in a bowl.
Then I’ll probably need to take a nap
because that’s life in a hobbit hole.

@Home Studio – 83rd poem of the year

Runner ups for the Hobbit hole photos to accompany my poem:

Cheetah and Dahlia

(Poem 74 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/FJuDC4

The epic battle between
cheetah and dahlia
lasted more than two moons.
No one knew who fate would
favor, though all took sides.
Spider and owl both fought
valiantly on the side of dahlia.
Scorpion and crow stood with
cheetah, as they do to this day.
Allegiances were forged,
lifelong friendships shattered;
the forest was never the same.
Some say dahlia attacked first,
jealous that cheetah was not
faithful, others say cheetah
was the original aggressor,
retaliation for a lost cub.
Whoever initiated matters not,
for the havoc and destruction
was total, the bloodshed dire.
Had serpent and beetle not
teamed up, all would have
been lost in the bloody mire.
As cheetah lay dying from
serpent’s bite, dahlia fell,
devastated by beetle’s hunger.
And to this day, there is
animosity among the animals,
where once there was union.
Such are the ways of love
and war; there are no victors.  

@Home Studio – 74th poem of the year

Runner ups for the cheetah flower photos to accompany my poem:

Law & Order: SVU

(Poem 68 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Crimes against the most
vulnerable in society
often go unreported,
unsolved, left in the dark
where they were committed.
Shows about the people
who work tirelessly to
defend the weak and
catch the perpetrators
of evil provide comfort.
Each episode should probably
elicit fear, shed light on
terrors I never even thought
of before, keep me up at night,
but instead, something about
the procedural repetition of
violence, discovery,
investigation, interrogation,  
Stabler wrestles with demons,
Benson saves the day,
the criminal goes to jail,
and I can fall right to sleep.

@Home Studio – 68th poem of the year

Wicked

(Poem 66 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/lpUHYo

Is it wicked to want love?
Some think so.
Perhaps they have never
known the power
that comes from hearts
that beat in
unison and lives that are
fated to be
intertwined like woven cords.

Is it wicked to demand respect?
Some say so.
Perhaps they have never
known the freedom
that comes from minds
open to truth
revealed by struggle and growth
after the fight
has been won and admiration earned.

Is it wicked to expect equality?
Some believe so.
Perhaps they have never
known the joy
that comes from souls
fired by flames
of cosmic boldness who know
the real story
is so much better than the lies.

@Home Studio after seeing Wicked on stage at Bass Concert Hall in Austin, Texas 3/16/24 (a Christmas give from my husband from this year) – 66th poem of the year

Wicked. Stephen Schwartz and Winnie Holzman, 2003, Bass Concert Hall, Austin, TX, 16 March, 2024.

Westside

(Poem 59 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Amblin Entertainment, TSG Entertainment https://images.app.goo.gl/eA9j3QVXtgfPyrhx9

Seething anger
must be aimed
at an enemy,
or else.
If there is no
target, they risk
ricochet; with no
one else to hurt,
they have to feel
all the pain.

@Home Studio – 59th poem of the year (after watching the 2021 version of Westside Story with Debbie, Yulia, and Celinda)

Spielberg, Steven. Westside Story. Amblin Entertainment, TSG Entertainment, Dec. 10, 2021.

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Dune – Chani

(Poem 57 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“This is only the beginning.” – Chani Dune: Part One

My heart is a Coriolis storm,
for I fear losing this us we have.
I am no bene gesserit, so have
no Other memory, only Our
memory, those made in my
yali, where I welcomed you as
my own–deep in the cool, safe
darkness of our ancient Usul sietch.
Your Chakobsa halting, sounding
more like a child than the warrior
you have proven to be, but your
Galach utterances in your most
vulnerable moments made me
ache to know more of you.
I do not understand your prescience,
though I have not believed in tales
since I was a wali, barely able to
lift my weapon, still swayed by
Zensunni stories of Lisan al Gaib.
I love you, though you are no
Fremen, never can be; you are my
Mahdi. Can’t that be enough?
Hear my heart flutter like the
beat of thopter wings, while yours
is steady as a thumper calling
Shai-Hulud, eager for you to fly
to me and sink your maker hooks
deep into my skin, steer me across
the golden seas of Arrakis, your
love the spice that flows through
my veins, your touch the palm lock
to the center of my universe.
Be my Kwisatz Haderach, only mine.
I remember the first time we shared a
stilltent on the open erg and kept
each other warm late into the night.
We talked until the hour of assassins,
and I fell into a deep sleep in your arms.
I dreamed I was with child and had just
caught a desert hare to roast for dinner.
The child in my belly kicked hungrily
and I laughed at his impatience.
I looked down into a pool of clear
water and saw my own reflection.
Sparkling water rings ornamented my
hair, gifts from you at our betrothal.
When I awoke, you had left the tent
and a sense of foreboding filled my heart.
I found you staring at the sky toward
Krelln, a dune hawk soaring in its light.
You watched as it set its sights on a
muad’dib, fascinated by the movements
of the tiny mouse as it pretended
nonchalance toward the predator.
You seemed relieved when, at the last
possible second, it dived into a hidden
burrow, avoiding a deadly fate;
your sigh awakened something in me.
Stay by my side, my love, far from
the water of life, which is no life.
Grow old with me and weather
each hulasikali wala until the day
deathstills return our water to our
people, for this is the only true paradise.


@Home Studio – 57th poem of the year – after watching Dune: Part Two opening night at Galaxy Theater.


Herbert, Frank. Dune. Hodder Paperback, 2006.

Villeneuve, Denis. Dune: Part One. Warner Bros. Pictures, Oct. 22, 2021.

Villeneuve, Denis. Dune: Part Two. Warner Bros. Pictures, March 1, 2024.

Wikipedia contributors. “Glossary of Dune (franchise) terminology.” Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, 28 Feb. 2024. Web. 3 Mar. 2024.

Bene Gesserit – Secretive and powerful matriarchal order whose members possess extraordinary physical and mental powers.

Chakobsa – Language of the Fremen of Arrakis, inspired by the Caucasian hunting language of the same name.

Coriolis storm – Sandstorms on Arrakis in which “winds across the open flatlands are amplified by the planet’s own revolutionary motion to reach speeds up to 700 kilometers per hour.”

Deathstill – Fremen device used to extract all moisture from a living or dead human or creature. This is traditionally done to reclaim precious water from the dead, who no longer require it; (Huanui-nau)

Dune hawk – a type of Desert hawk native to Arrakis. Also a type of Flyer or Ornithopter.

Erg – a broad, flat area of desert covered with wind-swept sand with little or no vegetative cover.

Fremen – “Native” inhabitants of Arrakis.

Galach – Universal language of the Dune universe.

Hour of Assassins – the first hour before dawn.

Hulasikali Wala – fremen name for the Coriolis storm.

KrellnFirst moon – the major satellite of Arrakis.

Kwisatz Haderach – “The Shortening of the Way” or “The one who can be two places simultaneously”. Bene Gesserit label applied to “the unknown for which they sought a genetic solution: a male Bene Gesserit whose organic mental powers would bridge space and time.”

Lisan al Gaib — (Arabic: لسان الغيب) The Fremen term for an off-world prophet or messiah. It is “The Voice from the Outer World” and is outlined in Fremen messianic legends heavily influenced by the Bene Gesserit’s Missionaria Protectiva. It is also translated as the “Giver of Water”.

Mahdi – “In the Fremen messianic legend, ‘The One Who Will Lead Us to Paradise;'” applied to Paul Atreides by the Fremen when they determine that he is their messiah. The term Mahdi is the same as that used in Islam for a messianic figure who will appear shortly before the Day of Judgment in Islamic eschatology.

Muad’Dib – “The adapted kangaroo mouse of Arrakis, a creature associated in the Fremen earth-spirit mythology with a design visible on the planet’s second moon. This creature is admired by Fremen for its ability to survive in the open desert.”[3] In Dune, Paul Atreides takes “Muad’Dib” as his Fremen name, which takes on greater significance when he is perceived as a messiah.

Ornithopter (or ‘Thopter) – “Aircraft capable of sustained wing-beat flight in the manner of birds;” one of the primary modes of transportation on the desert planet Arrakis.

Other Memory – The combined ego and memories of all female ancestors, which a Bene Gesserit may be trained to access.

Palm lock – “Lock or seal which can be opened only by contact with the palm of the human hand to which it has been keyed.”

Prescience – Form of precognition, based in genetics but made possible by use of the drug melange.

Shai-Hulud – Fremen name for the sandworms of Arrakis. Sandworm – Giant sand-dwelling creatures native to Arrakis. Called Shai-Hulud by the Fremen and worshipped as deities

Sietch – Cave warren inhabited by a Fremen tribal community; in the Fremen language, “Place of assembly in time of danger.” The name was borrowed from the sich of Zaporozhian Cossacks.

Spice – Common name for melange, a highly-addictive drug essential to space travel, extended life, and therefore to the survival of the universe.

Stilltent – “Small, scalable enclosure of micro-sandwich fabric designed to reclaim as potable water the ambient moisture discharged within it by the breath of its occupants.”

Thumper – “Short stake with a spring-driven clapper at one end”, placed in the sand to ‘call’ sandworms, who are attracted to vibration and sound.

Usul – Fremen word, meaning “The strength at the base of the pillar.” This is the secret “sietch name” (known only to his tribe) given to Paul Atreides upon his joining the Fremen.

Wali – The name the Fremen give to an untried youth.

Water rings – Metal rings wore by Fremen women to indicate their household’s possessed water.

Water of Life – Toxic liquid exhalation of a drowning sandworm, used by Fremen Reverend Mothers in the spice agony.

Yali – “A Fremen’s personal quarters within the sietch.”

Zensunni – Ancient religious sect, ancestors of the Fremen.

The Nine-Tailed Fox

(Poem 28 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/S4odom

The nine-tailed fox
thinks it’s undignified
to disguise himself,
but will if the situation
warrants camouflage.
Subtle subterfuge is
more his speed, slick
acts of cunning that
leave the victim confused
and questioning the cause.
He finds humans dim-
witted, lacking in pure
essence of the divine
nature he’s sworn to
protect, but accepts
that they have a place.
And until they learn theirs,
he’ll scheme and deceive,
entrapping them with sly
trickery out-maneuvering
their attempts to one-up
fate with inane arguments.
His only weakness is
kindness, and his inability
to refuse reciprocity, for
debts of favor must be
repaid, but beware his
devious recompense.

@Home Studio – Inspired by my Korean Drama Tale of the Nine Tailed – 28th poem of the year

Tale of the Nine Tailed. Directed by Kang Shin-hyo and Jo Nam-hyung, Performances by Lee Dong-wook, Jo Bo-ah, and Kim Bum, Studio Dragon, 2020.

Runner ups for the AI Nine-Tailed Fox photos to accompany my poem: