Saturday Surprise — Nyepi

Filosofa's Word

Today, I thought we’d visit the island province of Bali … a beautiful place at any time, but I wanted to take you to the celebrations surrounding the holiday of Nyepi.

Every year, towards the end of March, the entire island of Bali in Indonesia, goes into standstill. Flights are grounded, shops remain closed, streets are deserted of traffic and pedestrians. All residents lock themselves up in their houses and switch off their lights. There is no talking, no music, no entertainment. Some even stop eating. This day is called Nyepi, the “Day of Silence”, where devout Hindus meditate and reflect.nyepi-1It isn’t the day itself that attracted my attention, but rather the days leading up to the sacred holiday that are, in sharp contrast to the ritual, full of activities. Villages and communities build large monster-like sculpture called ‘ogoh-ogoh’ that represent the bad spirits. The sculptures are made of…

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Poem #320

Luna

How can you corrupt something so
young and innocent?
As if getting her attention wasn’t enough,
you now want to expand your influence,
see how much you can manipulate
the mind that still believes in a happy end.
Do you get off on causing pain?

Her soul wasn’t ready to take a beating
but you didn’t blink an eye while
turning her into the other girl
the second option for your lonely nights.
You took one look at her, didn’t care what was inside.
You called her gut feelings a joke
while you were turning her into one.

Where is the finish line, where is the satisfaction
of making someone feel filthy, worth less than a dime
How can you corrupt something so
young and innocent?
Did you even feel the shame
or you just let her take the fall?

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Broken are the good

Jane Dougherty Writes

A visit to the Oracle which probably fits the GloPoWriMo theme of dreams too. The painting (naturally) is by Odilon Redon again.

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Broken are the good

though they were flawless as marble

they sail now among the slow stars. I

s s s

see their yellow-prowed ships

in the meadow among the flowers.

Is life only because death?

Between dawn and dusk

what does the waking rhythm say

words music or the digging of dark holes?

Is is is

this their time then the leaving

with trails of memories in their wake

a phosphorescent stream?

I touch the pale echo of their passing

ing ing

caught in buttercup petals

and I hear in the golden bee-touched bowls

the fierce song of the universe.

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REVIIVER • #058

RS REVIIVER

UNTIL THE END

The cold world have failed to see
Life is more than it is hailed to be
Hear! ‘That Future’ is here & now
This Present is clear. Look. Wow!

At an optimistic view to perceive
A past in return: breathe, believe
It burns, for… it lacks the change
In fact: “it’s setbacks ’til the end”

Spell: what is this common world
Tell: where is this summon world
It is an absolute doubt syndrome
Idol, Warrior, Hero. No Outcome!

Some have thrown their ‘lit exist’
Feeling done, all out of ‘beating’
Some have returned to be beast
As others are back to ‘beginning

No eyes, zeal, heal & no sacrifice.

© RICARDO SEXTON

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Not all bonsai are perfect…

 

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At this time of year, I hover over my bonsai collection like a mother hen, watching and waiting for the long-awaited signs of the new growth that would mean a new year has begun for them.

Most years they all return, bursting into life with enthusiasm.

There have been a few disappointments, like the time the frost was so severe it killed several of my charges.

Or when some obscure tree disease strikes, and a tree sadly dies.

I was inspecting them all this morning, pleased that most of them were on the move, when my eye came to rest on one such afflicted tree that suffered badly two years ago. Only the disease hadn’t killed the whole tree, just half of it.

I bought this tree as a small shrub from a garden centre, attracted by the almost black colour of the finely cut foliage. I had never seen one quite like it before and although it wasn’t yet a bonsai, I was sure we could create magic together.

When the disease struck, I thought I would eventually lose the tree altogether but every year it grows stronger. It is a most unusual shape but its desire to grow and grow well somehow has me rooting for it.

 

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I have some very good trees, well worthy of being called bonsai but also have a motley collection of oddities. I call them bonsai in training but in all honesty, will probably never be good enough for that distinction. They come from just about everywhere, from the garden or seeds dropped by the birds. Some I don’t even know their name but love the look of them.

I may be a perfectionist in other things but not where Nature and all growing things are concerned. As one of her biggest fans, I love everything she does, no matter how odd or unusual.

She does her best to be perfect and that’s good enough for me…

 

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

All Paths Lead Home #Writephoto ~ Together #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Together #writephoto

 

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea.

 

All Paths lead Home

The pale-yellow orb hangs

low against the shoreline

Jason has dragged the golden fleece

Across land and sea

His many adventures mirroring

The twelve labours of Hercules

Stories he is eager to tell

When he reaches home

Of giant men made of stone

Seas that boil

The Gorgon, her hair of snakes

Do not look, she turns flesh to stone.

They are tired, hungry

More monsters assault their path

They fight on, home is calling

The king waits for his prize

Like Hansel and Gretel

Jason and the Argonauts

Follow the golden path home…

©anitadawes 2020

 

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Love. Not Fear.

Walk a Myelin* My Shoes

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It has been far too long since I’ve published anything but this article is important enough to share. If you allow your fear to spiral out of control, that lowers your immunity and makes you more susceptible to getting sick.

Stay informed, but focus on connection and gratitude. Turn off the screens and get outside. Wash your hands, and stay home unless it’s essential to go out. Stay safe and healthy out there!

❤️ Amanda

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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge

The Bag Lady

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Straightening each little wrinkle in her fresh cotton dress, Jo was preparing herself for her first date at the age of fourteen. She wanted everything to be perfect, as if it wasn’t already. The blue eyed pageboy coiffed blonde was a striking sight for any young man at the high school.

This afternoon she blushed as the “man of her dreams” stepped next to her between classes. She almost too quickly said yes and the dinner date was on. Jo had never eaten pizza before. She took a bite—the entire top of melted cheese glob lay on her chin.

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