Full Moon is Pisces September 1, 2012
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Last night some of us were out and about looking up. The seceond full moon in August was a sight for any naked eye. The photographic eye was seeking for divine light and the Muse around Harbor Island. Great minds think alike and the audience was called and captivated by the skyline and the sighting del bella luna above. One particular appearance was stilled as an panoramic image. You will find it on http://www.gainpi.com
Real Feelings; Poetry Stuffed April 9, 2012
Posted by heartbluestockings in Poetry, What the Pho?, Writing Practice.Tags: dependency, feral, God, inner child
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i started paying attention to the words that come by
repititions, the refrains, the recurrances and
remembering to count them when they came through the page.
“hyopcrite/hypocritical”
“happiness is essential to a life worth living”
“15″
…check, check, check as it occurred to me how
a poet must break herself against her tender heart and fling herself above of the atmosphere
with prayers of dependency and trust in the Creator and her fellow creatures.
i shed skins and bodies of a self that spoke of wisdom and poetry
when in full darkness; i dismissed
the inner princess and her pleases.
The inner child was feral when she howled from needs
too much for those around her.
The social child became disassociated with vulnerable parts
like her vagina, her dreams and her goodness.
The suspended ego did not notice life passing by
until the 41st year of mortal life.
This “i” became sad and angry and lost
in what felt like a horrible mistake
but reoccurring the same none the less.
i wanted to hold on and connect to
something/ someone in this world
to stagger the daily revolutions
until i fell on the idea that
i have failed my life and
otherwise have missed the Point.
what is left of my spirit will grow
through exposures and reflections of divinity
and it kills me to tell you how much i need you, fellow, for a fuller life.
it kills me to admit that i am dependent on
miracles,
sensitivity,
compassion,
humor,
and love in ginormous quantities.
I have all of these inside, too
I just want to share them with you
this is urgent news of spoilage and riches.
Good Earth Teas January 23, 2012
Posted by heartbluestockings in Poetry.Tags: good earth tea bags, poetry
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There is a new Fresh and Easy that opened up on the east side of town
where we went in for its grand opening and samples.
i ended up with two bags of super green teas
and a sweet and spicy black tea
in the original flavor.
the tea bag was attached to this affirmation
“Beauty gives herself to those who give her time.”
-Julia Vidmar
i am enjoying it as much as the warm flavors in the cup.
the rains will hit san diego before the mid morning
washing a path for this lunar year’s Water Dragon
in its dance and designs upon our bracing lives
May your fortunes and soon to be little ones blessed
by its mysteries and strengths in 2012!
A Gift that Feared Thieves: confession January 11, 2012
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i choked myself from the greatest love of my life
once i started to imagine the forgery and reproduction
of my writing processes and thoughts across cyberspace
i wanted to possess what was never “mine” alone.
self protection and creative expression did not
coexist for me. and i regret following the fear into the
Forest of Sleep and the Unconscious.
i am a mere instrument of divine expression
which fulfills and contents this mortal life.
simple joy; simple life in these steps
which i practice until i hear music again
and feel as if i am dancing with His lead.
Water Dragon January 11, 2012
Posted by heartbluestockings in Dating Korean.Tags: 2012, eternal flame, water dragon, weddings, wheel of fortune
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The wheel of Fortuna is constantly moving
bringing changes of season and scenery.
This past weekend, i put my younger brother to wed
among his friends and first families. The passage felt
heavy, but “he is my brother” as they say in song.
i have set myself on LOST for a couple of months
dramatizing the rite and dreading which self was
going to appear on such a momentus occasion…
thankfully, none of my selves showed up
in lieu of the Holy Spirit who met me
at the mike.
my eyes bowed to the Lord’s words
on the page from where i could not look
up or away. the spring of emotions from the wells
arose across the audible voice only to
then proceed ahead the reading
the voice faltered on foot to dress
from its currents and rushes.
deeply breathing in His breath and
speaking His words of blessing
i was carried across a threshold that held lightly
those burdens known only by heart
while on this wheel, i write my journey back to the center
the eternal flame burns through every illusion
baring me from hair, skin and scars
levitating me upward;
pointing me to stars.
spiritual underwear October 2, 2011
Posted by heartbluestockings in What the Pho?, Writing Practice.Tags: catholic, family bibles, spiritual, underwear, wedding presents
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“so, i’ve been thinking about getting them a family bible
as a wedding present. is that an antiquated expression
in modern gift giving language?”
“well, are they religious?”
“she was raised catholic… “
“it depends, there are so many bibles according to certain traditions.
but its like buying someone underwear, it’s too personal.”
(muted disappointment) is the bible spiritual underwear?
blood and birthday cake September 30, 2011
Posted by heartbluestockings in Writing Practice.Tags: band aids, birthday cake, curandisma, neosporin, woman who glows in the dark
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she drew blood shelving young adult graphic novels
the girl scout leader had neosporin in her locker
and bandages in the left drawer in the kitchen
holding her bloody finger
under running water
she moans
“the blood will run
before it dries.”
i see week old birthday cake on the kitchen table
“put the finger in the cake,
the sugar will clot the blood.”
frosting, antibiotics and double band aids
remind her of the materials
angels leave
to this world
when skin blooms
from blue blood through red atmosphere
across barriers and humbles the human
through pain.
the woman who glows in the dark
promised that she would stay awake
forever if we needed her
so i honor her obedience to write
her story of coming up through roots
as mexican and curandurisma/ healer,
i love her,
another mother and
find comfort in life’s work
here and in the hereafter.
Happy 41st Anniversary! September 23, 2011
Posted by heartbluestockings in Korean Quotient, Writing Practice.Tags: 41 st wedding anniversary, immigrants, land, parents
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we are going into the desert
to celebrate my parent’s
41st wedding anniversary!
land is the theme for the 41st…
no flowers, no gems
the travails towards togetherness,
friendship, companionship and
the deep honorable child’s bow
to her mother and father (figures)
sparkle in the front mind’s globe
floating and shifting everytime
i shake my world according to
the rattles in hand
my parents give me land,
a place on this earth
where from
i begin with first steps
and ancestral eyes to witness the scenes
appear and disappear i/on stages
whether i blind myself to the future
or dance in spirals
searching for past tense; past sense
i know i have a place
on these grounds
where two near people
offered their flesh for my name.
Text copyright ©2011 by Hae Jung Kwon. All rights reserved.
Hangeul, Korean Calligraphic Art of Jung Do-jun September 23, 2011
Posted by heartbluestockings in Korean Quotient, Poetry.Tags: calligraphic art, hangeul, jung do -jun, korean script, lions, lotus flower, rhinos
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His poems are profound and curious…
written in Korean script (not Chinese)
“Like a Lotus Flower” (2006)
Like a lion unfazed by a
sudden noise,
like wind uncaught in
a net,
like a lotus flower
unsoiled by mud:
march forward alone
like the horn
of a rhino.
(included in, A Way with Words: The Calligraphic Art of Jung, Do-jun)
obvious question,
“are there rhinos in korea?
and if so, in what regions?”
Horoscopes and Good News September 22, 2011
Posted by heartbluestockings in Bibliotherapy.Tags: fragrance, online horoscopes, parallel universe
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This mornining, i followed these pages through 2Corinithians 2:15 and 3:1-6.
i am watching a pattern of reading daily horoscopes coexist
with a yearning for good news in (the) everyday.
It reads,
14: ” in Christ and through us spreads everywhere
the fragrance of the knowledge of him.
For we are to God
the aroma of Christ
among those who are being saved and
those who are perishing.
16: To the one we are the smell of death;
to the other, the fragrance of life.
And who is equal to such a task?
Are we beginning to commend ourselves again?
Or do we need, like some people,
letters of recommendation to you or from you?
3: You yourselves are our letter,
written on our hearts ,
known and read by everybody.
You show that you are a letter from Christ,
the result of our ministry,
written not with ink but
with the Spirit of the living God,
not on tablets of stone but
on tablets of human hearts.
4: Such confidence as this is
ours through Christ before God.
Not that we are competent in ourselves
to claim anything for ourselves but
our competence comes from God.
6: He has made us competent
as ministers of a new covenent-
not the letter but of the Spirit:
for the letter kills, but
the Spirit gives life.” (NIV Study Bible)
i have lost what i thought made inspiration, inspiration
curious to feel the draw to read the Bible
after the online horscopes in these mornings
gathering vessel;
head(y) heart
the reigns/rains of joy;
the dance of four corners from all parallels
in humility and vastness
the purest connection of self to Source.
