Tag: urbangaia
member name: Joyce C.
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March 14, 2008 11:10 AM EDT --
Liquid gold -
Sunburst in mouth,
Sweet and tart at the same time.
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October 09, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
Heart leaf pressed on my chest -
Gazing up at the stars:
I feel the longing of home.
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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 . . .
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December 20, 2007 02:24 AM EST --
A star, a sun, a son,
wishing, dreaming, hoping -
waiting for the coming of spring,
light over dark,
a rebirth of a sun,
a remembrance of balance,
a reminder of joy,
Natalis . . .
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October 16, 2007 04:30 AM EDT --
I love forests.
The image of the forest serves as my inner landscape, a visual metaphor and an anchor. When I go within, I go into a forest. And when I think about wolf, it is a forest wolf. I grow . . .
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March 20, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
She dropped onto the soft sand, panther-quiet, a dark shadow slipping in the shadows of the large hangar. She hid beneath the large silver fighter planes. Birds of death, her people called them. Birds . . .
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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 . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:05 AM EDT --
palm-sized pattern,
green moss whispering:
shadow and trees.
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October 26, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
Hail Samhain moon,
Round bright mirror -
No need for scrying:
Just shine on me.
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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 . . .
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October 18, 2007 01:58 AM EDT --
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My heart is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My spirit is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
My song is filled with compassion.
Om Mani Padme Hum.
I am filled . . .
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December 21, 2007 07:00 AM EST --
Celebrating Dong Zhi or the Winter Solstice tonight. We bought the pink and white glutinous dough to make the dumplings so that we can eat them later as a hot dessert.
Coincidentally, it started to . . .
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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December 14, 2007 08:36 AM EST --
folds of her -
layer upon layer,
shaped, wrinkled, formed,
generations and histories:
weathered body
with so . . .
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October 10, 2007 08:25 AM EDT --
Certain bird species appear in my life at certain times or I am drawn towards them in one way or the other. They are interwoven into the tapestry of nature surrounding me, first during the time of my childhood . . .
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October 12, 2007 04:12 AM EDT --
Crescent-moon amber,
Luna's dancer:
Hunter on the prowl.
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November 02, 2007 09:41 AM EDT --
I am still trembling with anger. The feeling of being encroached on, the feeling of my privacy being invaded. The forest is my private place. And there are poachers poaching .
This forest . . .
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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 . . .
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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 . . .
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