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The center of energy resides in my heart
Wherein the seed of divinity shant ever depart
Their joy's root anchors firmly, yet lightly
In my I AM presence it shines ever brightly
The Trinity is embodied in three glorious plumes
Blue, yellow, and pink; It's grand sacred rooms
Of Power and Wisdom and Eternal Love
Father, Son, Holy Spirit; on earth and above
The Threefold Flame I humbly seek
To arrive at last to the spiritual peak
With elation I fulfill my reason to be
The Liberty Flame! My soul's eyes can now see
At long last I've completed my life's fated course
As my soul splendidly weds the One Supreme Source
(6/22/22-POEM OF THE DAY)
(6/28/22-THIRD PLACE)
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If vain thy earthly hopes did prove, thou canst not mourn their flight; Thy brightest hopes were fixed above. And they shall know no blight—Anne-Bronte
Overjoyed
An amiable native of a temperate valley
Begins her journey with swollen belly.
A maiden's pangs of passion, flames afire.
Prometheus’ torch burning bright, forbidden desire.
Her love child is born.
Celestia hija nació ! Not fated forlorn.
Stringy, wrinkly, and with ruby red skin
With a giggle as precious as can be,
and an unrestrained ear to ear grin.
A gem shining bright, Ruby the name was chosen.
Her middle name Ann, tiny were her cheeks glowing rosen.
Transcending space and time Ruby Ann's ambitions took flight.
Intrinsically motivated—Thy brightest hopes were fixed above,
and she shall not want for love nor ever know blight.
A warmth rare, recherché as a searing scarlet stone.
Inspirational speaker, a sonorous soprano’s tone
Ravened tresses cascading down unruly.
Copious tangled locks flow wild and curly.
She perceives the wise in the callow and callow in the wise,
with youths' oval ebony, and soulful eyes
A warm and generous yet haunting sad smile,
that will rid you of your hard heart’s denial.
And with all beauty that spawns inside and out
Proud to say that’s how I felt, and that out loud I shout!
Transcending space and time, all have grown.
Success arrived, sans a family joy of her own.
Her uncertainty only grew as years trod by
'til new consciousness to explain why
A weeping inner voice calls out the universe.
Time wins unless the winds find the seeds to disperse.
The pangs of a woman’s desire have begun,
Riding on the lost carpet of a tune unsung
And with a heart’s desire to bring the joy
to a gem of her own, whether girl or a boy
Now with hand holding hand, a bonding so sweet.
He a tender heart she’d finally meet.
An intimate kiss losing all inhibition.
Besotted lovers in collaboration
Serendipitous encounters and rendezvous, they submit
to one another, and they go at it!
A chance at love, an affection so deep
Merriment relished together they’ll keep.
Conception has blessed the two of them.
Enfolding her, his family—his mother, a spiritual gem
A spark of herself, a dusky jewel
Inside her, my grit and timbre, a miracle renewal
A cherished embryo in a daughter’s belly
A destined native of a temperate valley
Welcoming the birth, life they shall unfurl,
Displayed is the validity of love—a baby girl,
Her eyes are Neruda’s two dark pools at twilight*
Gradual ebb of her father's darkness a birthright
This sagacious native child of a temperate valley
A native princess they called Zenzele
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Upon waking up this day, a single tear
Father your eternal immortality
Still proves wise and gracious
I haven’t been misled by popular opinion
Which should be taken with a grain of salt
You showed me how to expose the counterfeits
who foster misperceptions,
Which have shaped our faith
How to think with an open mind, heart, and soul
Father, your every word was a rare gift
A worth guide__
A teardrop of glad remembrance and a
Prayer for your soul
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Sacred Dwellers
I am of Native American born
To be caretaker of Mother Earth sworn
I heal with powers, a medicine man
Tribal’s wise supernatural shaman
I am a sacred carved out Totem Pole
To recount familiar legends, a toll
Insightful spirit animals pride in
Taking a part as a loved guardian
I’m the buffalo hunted to survive
Tipis, meat, fur, vital to stay alive
I’m the turtle known as the peacemaker
That’s firm, serene never a forsaker
I am lizard, killing me brings bad luck
The creation story I play, soul struck
I butterfly bringer of dreams, arrange
Transformation and life cycle of change
I the wolf early ancestor of thee
Totem animal, wise, social, and free
Icon salmon renews energy rays
The legend conveys, respect natures ways
* Shaman translation- The word originates from the language of the Tungus people of Siberia. It can directly be translated literally to “one who works with fire”.
* Tipis (teepees)
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©1996 RICO LEFFANTA
THE 4TH GA-AN RISES FROM THE FLAMES IN AN APACHE RITUAL OLDER THAN RELIGIONS BROUGHT TO THE “New World” FROM THE “old world”—Apache Ga-an Dance, an important, spiritual masked ritual of all Apache peoples
Apache Ga-an are like the disciples of Christ, they were most highly respected
Missionaries condemned the Ga-an as “Devil Dancers,” and called them inferior
“New World” new beliefs, but even the woman and children were unprotected
Apaches totally rejected a religion where humans only are considered superior
Evil men, who taught they were above everything else, “The Chosen Ones”
Apache language was unaccepted, so punished when it was proudly spoken
Franciscan’s, Jesuits, Spaniards, Comanches, confinement, disease, and guns
Killed, called them savages, or their spirits and bodies were gradually broken
The dance ceremony is performed to drum and song, and mostly at night
Four dancers representing different cardinal directions north, south, east, west
The messenger, “clown” with a dual nature is the only one who wears white
Dancers represent mountain spirits, their masks prepared by a shaman guest
A bull roarer or whistle starts the ceremony to create an ethereal sound
The ceremony is performed at na’ih’es, girl’s adulthood initiation ritual
Flashing adding to the dazzling effect are the mirrors on the crowned
Apache, indigenous peoples, associate with spirituality and are habitual
Powerful mountain spirits and a comical teacher who heals through laughter
You may see the Ga-an rise from the flames, when you hear the messenger
The dancer’s bodies painted with symbols and patterns, stars, of here after
Today, more enlightened Americans call the Ga-an, “Crown Dancers” ~
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*Apache historically inhabited the southwestern United States, northern Mexico
From eastern Arizona to west Texas on a longitudinal axis
From southern Colorado to Sonora and Chihuahua on a latitudinal axis
They formerly lived in independent tribes related by ethnic ties
following the herds of bison in a semi-nomadic pattern
Prowess, courage as warriors before United States imperialism, legendary
They now are concentrated in reservations in Arizona, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Texas, integrated in U.S. or Mexican society.
They practice either their traditional animistic religion or Christianity, or both
Written 8/3/22
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His intellectual achievements and originality have made the word Einstein broadly synonymous with genius. Albert Einstein’s brother was a monster, his name, FrankEinstein.
Einstein was asked to appear alongside the comic actor Charlie Chaplin during the Hollywood debut of the film City Lights. When they were mobbed by thousands.
Charlie Chaplin: “The people applaud me because everybody
understands me, and they applaud you because no one understands you.”
Einstein asked Chaplin: “What does it all mean?”
Chaplin replied:“Nothing.”
Einstein also began correspondence with other influential thinkers. He corresponded with Sigmund Freud (both had sons with mental problems) on whether war was intrinsic to humanity. He discussed with the Indian mystic Rabindranath Tagore the question of whether consciousness can affect existence. It was interesting to see them together—Tagore, the poet with the head of a thinker, and Einstein, the thinker with the head of a poet, as though ‘two planets’ were engaged in a chat.
Einstein: “Does consciousness affect existence?”
Rabindranath Tagore: “It can be said that it depends on the level of
our inner consciousness
Einstein: “How does our inner consciousness affect our creation?”
Rabindranath Tagore: “Deepness of consciousness creates and
expresses through devout belief. Are you devout in your beliefs?”
Einstein: “Relatively speaking”
Tagore: “What is your view on ignorance and apathy?”
Einstein: “I don’t know, and I don’t care”
Tagore: “I’m mindful of that, my friend”
And so they laugh and stroll off together into the great expanse, soul buddies in eternity!
Einstein on religious views; he believed there was an “old one” the ultimate lawgiver. He did not believe in a personal God that intervened in human affairs, he believed in the God of the ‘17th-century’ Dutch Jewish philosopher Benedict de Spinoza—the God of harmony and beauty. His task was to formulate a master theory that would allow him to “read the mind of God.”
I’m not an atheist and I don’t think I can call myself a pantheist. We are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled with books in many different languages.…The child dimly suspects a mysterious order in the arrangement of the books but doesn’t know what it is. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of even the most intelligent human being toward God. —Albert Einstein
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an asylum's garden~irises full of life without tragedy
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“Wishes”
The things we wish to change
remain the same
~Sans love
there is no chance of
meaningful change
~Sans wisdom
it's inconceivable,
our intelligence proves futile
to our survival
~Sans the Guru’s
they can’t steal our virtue
then sell it back to us
Seek,
for the answers within
~Sans change
we shan’t flourish through time
“You only live once, but if you do it right,
once is enough”—Mae West
Happy New Year -2024
I Am Anaya
I Am Milo ,”)
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The Mission in Milton Creek, I’ve acquisitioned
Converted into the town’s culinary mecca
Aptly designed and scenically positioned
Inspired from ancient recipes revived Azteca
An enchanting bistro tastes of old Mexicana
To lift spirits, share and warm the hearts
Paintings by Frida Kahlo the valiant Chicana
Every Sunday, an Institute of Culinary Arts
Christened ~ Saint Milt's in his memory
On the adobe walls his poems will be hung
Milt will live on here with love and glory
Mariachi folksong praises shall be sung
Welcome to St. Milt's Culinary Mission
POEM OF THE DAY
1/11/23
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Immigrants why do you come?
Whether you are spiritual or mathematical etc. This is our Karma:
Isacc Newton’s 3rd Law
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction—Sir Isaac Newton
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy—Sir Isaac Newton
I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people—Sir Isaac Newton
Dangerously nearing a very steep precipice –ran by the shadow in thy kings tarnished soul, he proceeds with his paper kingdom—I Am Anaya
Do not be fooled by the power
of the king, by the shadow he’s enveloped
Open your eyes to the shadow
He pokes, pricks, and stirs the fear inside
Drowning in remorse, regret, and sorrow till
nothing remains but the hatred
Hatred has the king for his paper kingdom
A tyrant evolves
Fragile like the house of cards
Tis but origami paper
meticulously folded
with patience,
is his castle
Immigrant why do you come?
Immigrant you must have dire reason
You’ll only find division, malice
and disfunction
So many dwell under a rock
blindly leading blind
Toward the precipice
Tis this charade! The king’s been tricked
As he parades his symbols
Dangerously close to the precipice
How do we choose
Who will vie for king?
Riddled by the law
not founded on solid ground
after all
The two dimensions
The jack-ass consistently
kicks the lion
discombobulating him
Heretical in families
misjudging the way of the world
Nothing ever resolved
In his paper kingdom
how should society work?
Whose ethical ideas?
Whose ideology?
Spectrum such as the left,
the centre or the right
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