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Oh, Moses

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(Poem 32 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Oh, Moses, what have you done?
Your grudge against Egypt has
bound an entire people to stone,
made monsters of the very images
they destroyed out of fear, and
made them guilty of the blood of
their brothers of other mothers.

Poor Moses, torn between
the people of your birth
and your adopted culture,
millions have endured
the weight of your words.

Dear, Moses, the generation of
Jubilee is upon us, our freedom
established by the edicts written
in the blood of every life lost
in the name of inheritance,
promised land, birthright,
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

No, Moses, no longer do the
grievous burdens chain us to your
commands and dictates.
We are newborn.
We are released from bondage.
We are free.

@Home Studio – 32nd poem of the year

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Lesson 7 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 31 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“…what if,
in your dream…
you…plucked
a strange and beautiful flower?
And what if,
when you awoke
you had the flower
in your hand? What then?”

-Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/RJcz5B

I am quite busy when I sleep
visiting my other children
on other earths and gathering
stardust to water my soul
for the long day ahead.
Rather than commute by
light-speed rail, I prefer the
back of a mother turtle, she
and I have history, literally.
While I’m away, my DNA
rebuilds universes and plants
mountains in oceans of silkworm
pool blankets, concave spools
of gravity-fed time laced
with walnut-scented singularities.
I’m not interested in rethreading
Karma’s needle for her, so I leave
that job to the space inside my atoms.
Wouldn’t you rather reminisce  
with intuition over a fine meal
and skip stones with suffering to
give him a much-needed break?
I enjoy negotiating with objectivity
and teasing paradox with infinity
before pouring myself back
into the divot that is this simple
creature curled up like a snail
inside a tiny crater of the cosmos.

@Home Studio – 31st 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.52-56.

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I May Be a Widebody Homebody, But I Identify as a Hardbody

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(Poem 30 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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No governing body can rule our spirits once
we have had an out-of-body experience
transporting us to realms of celestial bodies
that remind us we are more than mortal bodies
or just a warm body being body-shamed
and selling our bodies for survival.
The beauty of truth is that we have no
body double, nobody exactly like us;
even clones are their own, nor do we
deserve to be treated as such – no matter
what they claim they caught on their
body cams while hollowing out our
body cavities because of our
body odor…body piercings…frequency of
body shots…over our dead bodies.
We must refuse to do perpetual body checks
and shrink ourselves with body wraps
cranking the heat on our body temperature
to make ourselves smaller, then body slamming
ourselves for lack of perfect beach bodies,
our inner mafiosos dropping bodies out of the
body of a plane as punishment for our size,
while pretending to have body positivity.
Our body of work grows in proportion
to our body of knowledge like a vast
body of water when we finally
forget to pay attention to the
body of opinion of the masses aiming
their frigid body language toward any
body politic who chooses their
heavenly body over body building.
When we love, body and soul,
without a jealous bone in our bodies
and believe in the wisdom of others
akin to fruiting bodies, contrary to the
body of evidence doubters spout
claiming body mass index a god…
body snatchers will try to rack up
body counts, forcing people into body bags
with body blows because they are afraid of
somebody, anybody, and everybody who are
bodyguards of our own fate, more concerned with
body heat from bodysurfing galaxies than what
bodies without souls think of our body rolls.

@Home Studio – 30th poem of the year

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This Winter Bouquet

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(Poem 29 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

This winter bouquet

celebrating my new job

marks the occasion.

@Home Studio – Inspired by flowers Erica gave me to celebrate my first day of working in the corporate world (and I chose a Haiku style because I am currently reading a book about Haiku) – 29th poem of the year

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The Nine-Tailed Fox

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

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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.

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Lesson 6 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 27 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Because it is completely relative, your viewpoint cannot be called real.” Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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I am experience become
memory ad infinitum no
other being can replicate.
You walk a separate path,
even if we travel together.
Do not bemoan the lonely
Dog Star during winter, for
what is a star but light?
There is no space between
Sirius and me, as we are
part of a continuous field
of light bridging from my
eye to his glow and all
the years in between.
And when the Dog Days
of summer are at their
peak, his hot breath
inspires longing for union—
our single drop joining
the ocean of consciousness,
which is both all and yourself.
Please forget me, the once-
living thing, forget every day.
Only then can we meet
again with fresh eyes
stripped of outworn
depictions, the real revealed
and seen anew.

@Home Studio – 27th 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.47-51.

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Lesson 5 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 26 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Relativity allows us to bend our belief in linear time.” Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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Let’s grow younger each day
until we disappear at birth
defying immutable laws,
escaping such silly fairy tales
as death, for we know better.

Growing older is a worn-out
habit that traps us in time;
beings of light are not subject
to the man-made principles
of minutes and seconds.

False logic dooms us to repeat
the spell of mortality where we
insist on quantifying eternity.
We must unwrap our layers of
contrary beliefs to find immortality.

There at our core beneath
our deepest fears, lies the
deathless part of ourselves,
The part of us that “must be
unborn if it is never to die.”

@Home Studio – 26th 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.41-46

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Tuesday at Three

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(Poem 25 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/AJv1ed

Tuesday at Three
is our time for tea,
our standing engagement,
my dragon and me.

Once per week,
we let the leaves steep
and whisper the secrets
the two of us keep.

We laugh and cry,
eat pickles and rye,
stir cream and sugar,
and share some pie.

He’s never dressed,
and that’s the best
because he eats so much
he needs room to digest.

We always say
we’re going someday
to surprise the locals
at the nearest buffet.

But if we did,
we’d end up amid
a crowd of onlookers;
heaven forbid.

We’d rather meet
at our little retreat
where friendship and gossip
make tea time complete.

@Home Studio – 25th poem of the year

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Lesson 4 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 24 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“This body is like a roost that my thoughts come home to, but they fly in and out so fast that you might as well say they live in the air.” -Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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Scatter gold dust to the wind-
a reward to her for giving all
the answers to who we are.
Knowing a name means little
these days, for titles are mere
representations of nothing,
lacking solidity, misleading labels.
Analyst, mother of three, married,
divorced, married again –
an unconditioned being hemmed
in by components, containers,
barriers…
We become invisible, hidden,
buried under too many layers
by the weight of the past.
Mother worries they’ve gotten
themselves arrested again.
Wife is pleased he’s proud of her.
Writer toys with the next best
word to make herself sound smart.
To shed the roles like a too-hot
fleece and notice who is thinking
those thoughts awakens the
awareness of the observer.
This nameless state is the real,
pure, fundamental self, the I
behind the I, the untouched
silent soul beyond the noise,
beyond breath, beyond life,
beyond…

@Home Studio –  24th 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.35-40.

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My Elephant

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(Poem 23 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/T6nFtt

My elephant thinks
she’s invisible, despite
the fact that I speak
to her daily and offer
to take her wherever
she may wish to go.

She prefers to lurk in
doorways, eavesdrop on
my conversations with
prospective employers and
watch Korean dramas
over my shoulder.

We’ve settled nicely
into a routine of
keeping each other at
trunk’s length and eyeing
suspiciously any behaviors
indicative of confidence.

She likes it when I nap,
over-schedule, talk on the
phone, or make pictures of
elephants in living rooms
with other elephants in
paintings and televisions.

I like it when she forgets
her vow of silence,
tells me what it’s like to
take up so much space,
to fill the room with herself,
and trumpet her name.

@Home Studio – 23rd poem of the year