Dabai Mea
1836 Eclipse image showing Bailey’s Beads from “A Fourteen Weeks Course in Descriptive Astronomy” by J. Dorman Steele, Ph.d. Dabai Mea August 21, 2017 11:38:39 a.m. Sun, Moon (Shoshone) Crowheart, WY Grandfather Sun Grandmother Moon Their death and rebirth On a hidden path of boulders In a field of rushing darkness An icy stillness surrounds The passing of a cosmic force A flowering glow released That blooms behind an ebonized orb The centered life of all beings Cast into wondrous restraint For that everlasting moment When two souls intersect For the briefest of aeons LiNdA...
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Computer-generated Supernova As a spark bites into a wick Consuming the white tendril And leaving behind charred vestiges Memories awaken within the flame Igniting the present with brilliance Shining upon shadowed faces The flickering nucleus Of a gleaming atom Kindling a vigorous echo A kinetic burst Within a crystal wall Cracks the sphere An audible report Resounding within A shower of embers Scattered trajectories From a blazing fireball Drip onto glowing coals...
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Seed mural Tepoztlán, Mexico (Dedicated to Arthur and Bernie) Arriving on wings of fire To guard a seeded wall A mid-winter midnight Is cast in a flickering glow In a world reclaimed by the God And served by a man in humble suit The brittle breath of a demagogue Will not blot out the passionate memoir To love then, and to love anew With the invincible arms of ardor For two such beings shall deliver them From the flame pit hell of the hill And laughter resides with sanctity For the Sacred Acts revered If not for the love of love Then for the love of whimsy...
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Los Tres Mundos del Inca Hanan Pacha, Kai Pacha, Uku Pacha Yes, Stay In the cadena del fuego Watched over by the Spirits El Misti Chachani Pichu Pichu Our quiet whispers Heard by the Apukuna Yes, Stay It is a good place Nestled in amaranth To rest our bodies To nourish silent longings To dream of stars Our quiet whispers Sensed by the Apukuna Yes, Stay Our arms embracing La Ciudad Blanca The icebound souls The sacred stones The ancient runes Our quiet whispers Witnessed by the Apukuna...
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Aero Theater, Santa Monica, CA circa 1939 https://sites.google.com/site/wilshiremoviepalaces/aero-theatre (Dedicated to Charlie Kaufman) Red glare vapors Blurred screen Black water shimmers Puddled reflections Creaking stairs Vintage sepia Motes of dust On a weary counter Scented words Muffled, drifting Sweet crumbs From crinkled paper Hush, voices Dimly aware Suppressing tongues For eloquent silence Anomalous convention Auricular bond Stop action sequence To a robotic song CK meditation Puppet hearts Urgent yearning In a focused lens ...
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