Aperture

 

just-hand-and-sun

 

She opens her hand

catching sunlight.

The lines of her palm—

life, love and fortune—

different than the day

before.

 

Star patterns change,

Water ripples change.

Now changes in her heart.

A gate opens for peace.

C.J. Prince

©2016

Nirvana 9 April 2014

NaPoWriMo PROMPT:   was suggested by Bruce Niedt. Here’s Bruce’s explanation: take any random song play list (from your iPod, CO player, favorite radio station, Pandora or Spotify , etc.) and use the next five song titles on that randomized list in a poem.

This was a challenge for me because I don’t have a song list, nor an I pod and Pandora is a mismash I can’t access as a list.  So, it took a few days to compile songs cataloged in my mind and then I forgot the details of the prompt.  So, perhaps I went overboard.  (Who me?)  This was great fun.  Come with me to Nirvana.

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Nirvana

She swept the strawberry fields from her eyes.

There was no forever

and she needed the consistency of the moon.

Leaving the house of the rising sun,

because she didn’t wanna be sedated,

she stopped for a Marrakesh espresso.

 

Walk this way, called the man

with the peace sign.

Yes, she’d get off the crazy train,

forget the symphony for the devil

because she didn’t fear the reaper

anymore.  She was back in black.

Her reflection in a store window shimmered.

 

Thunderstruck, she wanted to twist and shout       

as an eruption of emotion made her a freewoman,

strong as an iron man, full of inner TNT,

a freebird.  It was time she came together

with herself.  These boots weren’t made for stompin’.

She danced past the peace man, twirled

and skipped until she saw the purple haze

over the bay.  Yes, she was on the stairway to heaven

where her guitar would gently weep.

   

   C.J. Prince

   ©2014

World Tai Chi & Qigong Day 2012

Robins bounce along the grass.  Ravens call in the chi.  Sun shines, though heavy clouds lurk over Mt. Stewart. Ducks jabber amid the reeds along the lake.

This is the fourth year that Sudden Valley Tai Chi will participate in the worldwide event.  John usually brings the big gong to start but he is worldwide now.  I bring my new black Rin Gong Bowl.  Everyone gathered takes a turn feeling the energy of sound.

Pam begins with Eight Pieces of Brocade.  I lead us in Tai Chi 24.  Yoko joins me to lead Tai Chi 37 and 108.  We end with the Qigong Standing Like A Tree and then the Qigong closing.   And the sun still shines.  For the last three years on this day, we have practiced in the rain.

Potluck with this group is a feast as usual. 

One breath flowing worldwide, one ancient art form serving humanity to bring harmony and inner peace.  May it be so.