A Chief and His Tale
Manco Inca Yupanqui by Felipe Guamán Poma de Ayala, circa 1615 from “El primer nueva corónica y buen gobierno” A fealty to the Crown of Spain In exchange for an honored name A tender agreement regretted From a sphere of escape To a siezing causatum Lo, the Inca weeps For he treated as brothers Those who rushed the dagger Rejoicing the absence of Fear Though Fear loomed quickly To an abrupt end of games And all fell upon the earth Hence we speak of three days The record of a favored son Yearning the bittersweet drops And this persistent memory Carried upon your feet To tread over yon threshold In the silence of dreaming vision The retelling of a relic emblem You have etched across my breast Above the canopied incline The ancient stone preserves The last utterance of life The mourning words assemble To emblaze upon the mineral Such is the allegory of an image LiNdA...
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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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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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Salvador Dalí and An Egg Václav Chochola, 1969 Ten tens and nine Fifty-four and a half, doubled CIX The anima breath, sent forth To circle the earth A magnum opus On this sacred wind Sinewy fingers grasping To pluck at bones of wisdom The ancient hand will raise you up You shall see the valley Of tiny frogs hidden Under a liquid sky, tinged with pink The moss of the lost city beckons The river of colors washes your eyes Birds will nest in your ears And lay eggs with messages To be opened with teeth You will bring them to me Your ears with egg messages And we will eat the prophecies Only thus shall we live forever Beyond the jungle In the cup of dreams LiNdA...
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Cropped image of Erasmus von Rotterdam Hans Holbein the Younger Oil on limewood, 1523 Reads like 36 years This strange chapter In this anomalistic volume This mendacium vade mecum We turn the pages Day by day An exposition of aberrant acts Written in crayon But we are the truth In the face of untruth We are the honesty On the field of dishonor We are the art On the canvas of thought The harmonic timbre In the vibration of souls We are the love That will destroy the enmity We are the liaison To Cicero LiNdA...
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Words unspoken In a silent room Their meaning carried On a falling leaf The leaf that fell From your hair As you passed beneath A drooping branch A voice unnecessary For your visit this night The voice of a Muse Need not roar A hushed murmur Indeed a whisper Has volume enough To penetrate the void The distance between us Marked in time But not intent For you are ever present In the spaces between The days are numbered The voice sublime As a rhythmic harmony And your quiet utterance Fragrantly sweet As a sliver of a moon Crushed in lavender...
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