Take me where the sun shines and white clothes dye green
Take me where balmy nights are forever seen
Take me where your kisses adorn my hair like jasmine from my land
Take me where our voices are whispered so we can hear the silence of many brookes
Take me to Massey Residence to see the waterlilies with my heart
Take me where I know you will be there
To cut a cake equally so that bearers of the cake feel they have ate enough to wish the cake reciever a great occassion and enough so that others do not think they have essentially ”pigged out”. Occurs in a variety of places, seemingly at offices where ‘work’ is supposed to happen.
So I and a dear friend were conversing; how racism and other things affect us. She was telling me about judaism and how most people figure that all jewish people are just rich. And worse that somehow they were always like this. So I remember wanting to challenge the idea that we sometimes conform to generalizations. But this in itself is most complex. Conformity requires much needed loyalty. We need to disregard exceptions. We need to narrow our minds and focus on one perspective. We need to stagnate our own thoughts because in the brisk desert of conformity, our thoughts are the deep, blue and wide waterholes. They don’t exist.
So is it as terrible as it sounds? Well quite frankly, its horrible. Why would you not want to challenge someone else’s view? Especially if it disregards the very foundation of integrity. So when someone at the water cooler points out at purple people and glees, “honestly how did they (imagine large herd of purple people) get this far?” Come up with an equally amazing response such as: “I don’t get it, you obviously made it this far.”
You then have just made ‘me’, the blog me, extremely joyful. And a thank you will be passed along in the form of airmiles points.
Recently I went to a close relative’s wedding, I know the couple well. And of course like all great things, this was a great thing too. I was happy and more importantly the couple was happy. The groom and bride are deaf and mute and ever so beautiful. They are lovely together and separate like sugar and tea. I love that. I think sometimes in the rush of things to come, to plan, to proportionate, to wonder, we forget that miracles exist. I remember speaking to him once, using the little sign language and alot of paper to articulate my words that if he was seeing someone. And in reply, he confessed: ” I don’t know where to look.” And now a few years later, he’s a husband to a beautiful person, and I wonder back to that conversation; little miracles do exist and happen all around us. They come into our lives in different forms and wander about trying to catch our attention, and more often then not we miss them.
As I approached the couple to congratulate, I gleamed my large toothed smile and thought…oh how oh how could words possibly escape me.
I am entering a wood where I don’t belong
There are no moss that grow on trees
No red-winged blackbirds, the hum of bees
Nonexistent
Here no one comes, and if they do
No one leaves
The mighty sway of a million boughs
Imminent yet sadly also a lullaby
Here the watchers are watched
The watched are blessed
it is dark, lonely but free
You are to stand alone
‘Look here’ says the blue of crisp darkness
‘No, not here’ says the wispsy ferns
No directions exist
because then you would know where you are going
Integrity becomes a question
Righteousness is the answer
Freedom is slow
Frality is fast
‘Choose wisely’ says the wood
To the greatest ideas these pages shall give birth to..wishes that you too change this Earth, change everlasting, spawning greater and greater ideas…for all we’ll ever be are the ideas we have left behind…
-Geetha ‘07
I’ve watched you
smell the daisies by the road, walk barefoot lightly so earth wouldn’t be hurt
spoken softly of dear ones, sometimes worried, sometimes truly, deeply in love
inspired, I wrote what little words could have described you…
but I remembered that more then being written and spoken and heard
It is that you are in my thoughts that makes you there: right between soul and my heart
zzz this is for you…
for if we are lonely, lost and hurt
Our faith in ourselves shall carry us through
for if we are banished, never to be seen
Our faith in others shall make us exist
for if we are brought down to our knees
Our faith in truth shall set us free
For all these, I live in the faith that we have faith in these
We watch those that do not cry, but we cringe ketchup tears the ones that run when we embarass
Don’t tear away, what is right
Is it right? Yes, so right.
Casual glances are what we have like master chess players in a three-hour game like farmers in a field where corn is growing. Plants and Grants. Spread wings, hold breath and say it: I love you 123 I love you Cause for joy, perhaps not but the keep whispering horses, keep whispering, told you teash, please, tease, freeze, home, hone.
‘In the small of a flame, the roar of a fire.’-I said it.
None but ketchup tears casings of gunpowder from when you shot me when you ripped my heart and held two halves further and furthur apart. You said I love you and you held me kissing my open lips. And my lips they drained, dawned me and you they kept you busy while I went behind you back and took another half a heart and pieced it with mine we crawled and gasped and went. When you said I love you I believed you. That is why you borrowed my wings but you left and never returned. You re-entered my plastic life and kissed it back to a dream. I wept and you wiped. We both wanted the enter the forgotten World
World of ours when even and odd lovers and the prodctions they produce are evdd. Yes like evdd is a number ### where fractions are odd and integers are even like 21/3 or 41/5 or 61/7 isn’t it nice and 123 and l love you
I love you
I love thee to three…….
Forgettable heart, thy doves are flying but thy tears are red…………….
Demarcation/boundaries
Boundaries are the definitive lines that organize space, land, class and so on. So boundaries are there to serve a meaningful purpose. I believe they should be preserved as long as they are not conflicting with others interests. But in the novel (in the skin of a lion), boundaries are very conflicting object and many times the author of characters dissolve this boundary like for example: “This was humanity in theatre, the scar -the old actor famous for playing whimsical judges, who rode the Queen street car east of the city and ate his dinner alone before joining his sleeping wife” (152-3). It is a quotation that speaks of a time between playing a role and playing human. Not speaking of both sides of the boundary but the boundary itself. This reminds me of walking along the wilderness of the 49th parallel where separation is evident in the foliage but not in the skys where blue is still the colour. So as to the question, boundaries are put up in order to be purposeful and they should be preserved. Definitions is a whole other ball game because it is sometimes a very constricting, limiting boundary. In this case literature is confining because many symbols like for example a garden with an apple tree links back to the original sin. My thinking is you are taught to learn that way, you cannot say 2+2=5 because it is wrong. I guess this whole thing links to the fact that a definition is very limiting. Children are great at asking impossibly hard questions and once an answer is given, they always have room for ‘what ifs?!’ blah blah…
Commentary: So I wrote this roughly 5 and bit years back, I think I was immature in my writing. It seems I was on the fence with this issue of demarcation/boundaries/definitions. This response was actually as a ‘on the spot’ writing with the novel: In the skin of a lion as the back drop, using the novel we were to write an essay on the our chosen topic. I remember clearly being exceptionally confused about what my own definition was about definition, demarcation. And then as the deadline neared, it was clear I needed to pick a side, I will keep this a suprise…you can read the essay completely in my next post. 
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