Tag: living in the city
member name: Joyce C.
|
October 02, 2007 02:15 AM EDT --
The bo/peepul is now a predominant feature in my inner landscape.
It is a sacred tree, connected to Hinduism and Buddhism.
It is a tree that teaches us forgiveness, resilience and mortality. It is the . . .
more
|
|
September 29, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
I am covered in fruit,
Citrus and succulent berries -
Fragrant with lemongrass,
Clad in melons,
Cornucopia in the city.
Urban Gaia,
In jeans and cotton tees.
;)
more
|
|
October 03, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
Wolf.
Woman.
Wolfwoman.
Womanwolf.
Wolf-woman.
Woman-wolf.
Who am I?
Am I a wolf
Pretending to be a woman
Or a woman pretending to be a wolf?
more
|
|
October 23, 2007 08:50 AM EDT --
For many of us, a sacred place might be the forest near where we live, or the quiet creek where we sit down for a quiet time. Likewise, it could be a tiny garden filled with nature's goodness or a . . .
more
|
|
October 23, 2007 09:49 AM EDT --
With the fast urbanization of Singapore, many traditions are rapidly fading away. A lot of traditional businesses give way to the efficiency of cookie-cutter machinery. It is tragic to watch, because . . .
more
|
|
October 15, 2007 10:15 AM EDT --
I feel like a LOLcat. You know, the pictures of cats with funny words. At the moment, it is "I is silly. Gotz side-tracked!"
Phew. I feel really silly for writing in that fashion!
But it is . . .
more
|
|
February 07, 2008 09:52 AM EST --
Inspired by - yes - Johnny and the Sprites.
Wake up, old slumbering Earth -
Wake up and stretch forth your shoots,
Your little germinating seeds, your little bulbs.
Let them push out from the . . .
more
|
|
October 14, 2007 09:04 PM EDT --
I love the written word. Heck, I love language - the sounds, the textures and the compositions of it. I write and for a while, I was an editor.
I also love teaching and have taught in mainstream Singapore . . .
more
|
|
October 15, 2007 06:59 AM EDT --
I wove a beetle into my hair,
a tiny cousin of the mighty scarab:
poor thing, flying in from the cool night air.
I lifted my hand up, touched something
warm and hard...
Beetle in my hair!
Not . . .
more
|
|
October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
more
|
|
November 25, 2007 04:22 AM EST --
flowering -
abundant now, laden with
blooms:
beautiful herald, speaker
of transitions
and seasonal paths.
bearing -
age-old wisdom, grounded with
luminous truth:
drink deep, . . .
more
|
|
September 29, 2007 04:08 AM EDT --
For women who love Mother Earth...
http://urbangaia.gather.com/
more
|
|
September 30, 2007 10:59 PM EDT --
Buddha's tree -
heart-shaped leaves in the sun.
Teach me about mortality
and resilience,
because living in the city is not
easy.
Teach me, Peepul, teach me, please.
more
|
|
October 06, 2007 10:18 PM EDT --
It is a generalization to say that Singapore does not have seasons. Or that she has hot and wet monsoon seasons.
Just look very carefully at the plants. They react to the minute shifts to the weather . . .
more
|
|
October 12, 2007 04:05 AM EDT --
palm-sized pattern,
green moss whispering:
shadow and trees.
more
|
|
November 12, 2007 09:19 AM EST --
touch the earth,
feel its warmth -
the sky's tears pooling beneath
seeking fingers sinking
into the velvet water
while it flows, it flows
into streams and rivulets
softly laughing . . .
more
|
|
January 12, 2008 10:19 AM EST --
The trees are wise. They teach us the cycles of time. They also teach us wisdom. In many cultures, trees are often the bearers of wisdom and knowledge. Listen, particularly, to the older trees . . .
more
|
|
January 16, 2008 08:56 AM EST --
I love taking pictures, especially about moments of spirituality. I love the different aspects of worship and spirituality in people and how these are expressed. Be it under a tree or in the sanctity . . .
more
|
|
October 12, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
Crescent-moon amber,
Luna's dancer:
Hunter on the prowl.
more
|
|
October 28, 2007 11:09 PM EDT --
Pre-Samhain meditation.
Gaze at the water, the surface mirror-like and clear. What do I see? Go in deeper - questions arise. What have I done this time? What am I going to discard and rise anew again? . . .
more
|
|
|
|
