I’ve been stalked by a Healer.
He hangs my gallows in the
vale of the shadow
of doubt, yeah here
by the River of Light-
self-destruct – murdered
I don’t know how, but just now,
I’ve been stalked
by the Healer….
Streets are people
Houses are homes
Our bones are souls,
like fingers in a palm.
Why’re they asking me to fit in
like they do
I get this !
Listen. watch when you can,
interview shortly …
When we still in school Moua would call us around her for Sunday prayers after ghee rice lunch sometimes under the Casuarina trees overlooking the sapphire Bay of Bengal. She used to have these wide dark eyes fringed with lashes so black you wondered if that was mascara, but of course it wasn’t. Moua was not exactly an aunt, nor old enough to be one, but she was full of kindness. I remembered her today because of another person Kavi L and not so prone to kindnesses, which is her right, but she has the same brilliance like Moua – what’s with these people ?
Three hours after Kavi L finished her chatter on painting and how people who ‘pay peanuts must be monkeys’ or something like that,we walked past the bazaar where old things and stolen things are sold as antique but you might find the Kohinoor diamond who knows….
well, Kavi L turns around and says this slow and clear, ‘I love the power I receive after praying and don’t let anyone rubbish that…”
I didn’t dare ask anymore questions ; the sun sinks back a bit at the grin on Kavi’s face.
Related post : http://innerdialect.wordpress.com/2014/01/17/when-questions-are-answers/
Here I am, breaking as Day,
a green that is gold, wings that unfold
Light searing thru’ every ragged word
I will not bow to desecration of the human race
I have learned to say : Here
hey, “… here I
AM !” she said.
( This Post inspired by one of the finest Artist- Poets in a Decade of Indifference : Scin Chapman Manuszak )
Scin Chapman Manuszak
I will not let go of anything
except what I don’t need
to with hold
In 1987, a 74-year old rickshaw puller by the name of Bai Fangli came back to his hometown planning to retire from his backbreaking job. There, he saw children working in the fields, because they were too poor to afford school fees.
Bai returned to Tianjin and went back to work as a rickshaw puller, taking a modest accommodation next to the railway station. He waited for clients 24 hours a day, ate simple food and wore discarded second-hand clothes he found. He gave all of his hard-earned earnings to support children who could not afford education.
In 2001, he drove his rickshaw to Tianjin YaoHua Middle School, to deliver his last installment of money. Nearly 90 years old, he told the students that he couldn’t work any more. All of the students and teachers were moved to tears.
In total, Bai had donated a total of 350,000 yuan to help more than 300 poor students continue with their studies. In 2005, Bai passed away leaving behind an inspiring legacy.
If a rickshaw-puller who wore used clothes and had no education can support 300 children to go to school, imagine what you and I can do with the resources we have to bring about positive change in our world!