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My name is Stella, the Yijing apprentice.
I'm always studying Yijing.
My master is Luna, who gives me ways to practice
She has the splendid skill of teaching.
She sometimes said
"Continue even little by little,
the important thing is advancing your title."
And she always patted my head.
One day she also said
"Do not try beyond your capacity"
"Always keep highest of your dignity"
And again she patted my head.
Yijing is an ancient book of change
Also known as a book of oracle and philosophy
It tells us about things for all range
And we can find much anthroposophy.
But I simply like it because it is fun
Reading books, listening to master's lectures,
Meeting people, finding the wisdom of traditional culture,
And the actual exercise of divination I've done
Oh, those Unforgettable days !
I never lose you even in my hardest ways
And ...
"Stella, last sentence, you look like a person of old age"
my master read my writing and said
"It's good for me.", I replied nodding my head
"Because, I want to be a matured sage"
Yes, it's my dream to become a Yijing master !!
Fengleishanren.
Like the charming Ancient Sirens Your POEMS, YOUR words, beckoning my
mind.
Listening to the Whispers each letter foretells, searching YOUR meaning: I’m
Blind.
I read YOUR POEMS, YOUR words, I see YOUR, MIND, SOUL : YOUR HEART.
I love YOUR SMILES, I bear the Frowns, up with YOUR UPS: down with your
downs.
YOUR POEMS, YOUR WORDS, a Delicate, Intricate, Exquisite : WEB of ART.
YOUR WORDS : Subtle at times, ALWAYS INSPIRATIONAL, ALWAYS
HEARTFELT.
Seeing YOUR SMILES, Penning their way, down the Paper Pathway of
ETERNITY.
SMILES, Blazing a trail through the ERAS of HISTORY. ALWAYS a Part of
POSTERITY.
POETESS, Expressing THEIR FEELING : FOR ALL THE WORLD TO READ.
Dedicated to MY : LOVE MY: MENTOR MY : INSPIRATIONS
JILL CAROL TAMMIVIOLET
Elaine George
Katherine Stella
Lynn Marie
Josette
Colleen
The Blest POETESS
POETRY, runs through HER veins : A Matriarch : All of the SOUP, KNOWS
ALWAYS, the ink in Her Motherly Pen with BLESSINGS LOVE ,FLOWS
REVEALS, the Heart of a MOTHER, with the POEMS of HER JENNY ROSE
HEARTFELT writes for Country, Flag, HEROS of War, and FALLEN TOWERS
FEELINGS of Patriotism from Her abound, like refreshing summer SHOWERS
WITH-IN the Pen of the BLEST POETESS “Dedications” hours upon HOURS
POETS LOVE to receive HER Comments, with BLESSINGS to YOU and YOURS
HEARTS PRAISE her wisdom : Wisdom like a Majestic Waterfall OUT-POURS
SPEAKING TRUTH the BLEST POETESS whispers WRITE YOUR HEART; SHE
ROARS
DEDICATED TO
KATHERINE STELLA
Dear Aunt Stelle, it’s nice to see you again,
Here among all of your family and friends;
Some of whom you haven’t seen in years,
Others with whom you share daily laughs and tears.
We’ve all come together from near and far
To celebrate the meaning of whom you are.
You’re an aunt, a grandma, and a mother,
And a very close friend to many others.
The person you’ve spent your life to become
Has meant a lot to many, not just some.
On this day, we gather to celebrate
What it means to have a heart so great.
So, look around you and know that you’re loved
By everyone here, and from those up above.
Our lives are better for having known you
And those we’ve touched are a part of you, too.
I'm Stella, talking with Luna about my incident
"It becomes clear, when master returns", Luna said.
"I know he could not do, because of business", I said.
"You'll see it 2 hours later. ", she said with fully confident.
And, after 2 hours, my father suddenly came back home.
Luna asked immediately, "Master, you have something hidden."
Father said, "Wh, what're you saying about all of sudden ?"
I said, "Father, first of all, welcome home."
I smiled to father, he also smiled apologetic,
And confessed, he came home before departure,
and found my sweets and took them with him instead of lunch.
"And forgot to phone you yesterday, sorry", he looked pathetic.
"That's nothing. you were so busy", I pretended mature.
Then, he handed me my favorite sweets in bunch.
Oh, Gianna stella piu' splendente del mattino,
di questo immenso e misterioso sogno,
fatti rapire dal suo fascino malizioso;
assaggia la sua magia, tutto e' cosi' sereno!
Oh, Gianna shiniest star of all stars,
of this endless and mysterious dream:
don't be raptured by its mischievous charm;
all appears so calm: savor its magical bliss!
Come puo' il desiderio sfuggire dal bisogno?
Allora il tuo bisogno era piccolo, adesso e cresciuto;
hai posto un limite assurdo e hai smesso
di contare i giorni che ti ricordano cio' che hai perso!
How can desire shy away from want?
Then, your need was small, now it's great;
You set an absurd limit and stopped to count:
days that remind you of what was lost!
L'immagine di Gianna e' conpletamente cambiata,
la sua visione della vita e' quasi o totalmente svanita;
potra' mai capire che si puo' amare senza nessuna colpa,
senze mettere il freno alla passione che e' rimasta intatta?
Gianna's image has changed completely,
her awesome vison in life has almost or totally vanished;
will she understand that one can love guiltlessly...
without putting a stop to the passion that hasn't withered?
Ha Gianna quella voglia di riaccendere la fiamma spenta
del suo perduto amore e vivere nella certezza assoluta?
Saro' io a tirarla fuori dell'abbisso e darle valore alla vita?
Chi oltre a me me prova una compassione piu' profonda?
Has Gianna that wish to rekindle the distinguished flame
of her lost love and not live with the obsession of blame?
Will I pull her up from the abyss and give worth to her life?
Who besides me has a compassion deeper than mine?
I’ve run the border. There was a missing piece. A doorway.
I must leave it open as I spread the colorful cuts, turning them
over. Just like fingering an unopened book, each piece
precious in my grip. One day it will be over. A sigh will leave
my lips. I will glance over and over at the artistic landscape.
Joseph Stella will speak once again to my eyes, like a sip
of expensive Cabernet, like the first taste of creamy cheese
on a cracker. My dreams take shape with tabs and blanks,
interlocking an escape. Will I want to submit to another box?
Us humans love to cut things apart and put them back together.
Idly, we busy our minds and hands, knowing there’s a meaning,
whether in the present, the past or the future. Where do we place
our stakes?
I remember a puzzle laid out on my grandma’s table. Known,
was that my cousin would often stop by and they would work
together, spend quiet time, perhaps speaking every now and again.
My grandson had me purchase this one-thousand piece monstrosity.
No need for me to work too hard, he will be pleased to sit at my table.
I went through the pieces twice until I had all of the border, except
the door, but as I laid out all the pieces, that elusive door appeared.
Euphoric, I move on to the focus feature - merely the heavy red and green foliage near the bottom and arrange the pieces that are alike.
We separate - we come back together. Doesn’t a puzzle teach us?
Yesterday was a great day…one I will long revere
It began when I looked in the mirror…and realized…I’m still here!
That I have a wife, children, grandchildren and friends
with whom this life…I share…
This is how my day began…and it only got better from there!
We watched the sun rise on our morning walk.
We saw a father carry his daughter piggy-back
We said ‘Hi’ to Stella, she is homeless…
and for the first time…she said ‘Hi’ back.
We stopped to talk to an old man as we walked down to the sea.
We took goodies down to our daughter-in-law
(she’s having surgery on her knee).
We bought candy from the candy store.
We drank fresh-squeezed lemonade.
In the heat of the Florida sun…we found respite in the shade.
We bought the final present for Ava’s birthday party…(she just turned 13)
We put a new rug in our craft room…we decorated for Halloween.
We saw our eagles…on the top of the pole where they both like to rest
We ate take-out food from Thai Town…their Pad Thai is the best!
From my spot in my favorite chair I watched the sun set through the trees.
As we turned out the lights and kissed goodnight I thought…
I love days like these…
And when I awoke this morning…knowing yesterday was through…
I looked in the mirror and couldn’t help but think…
Today’s starting out pretty great too!
Cousin big Freda always had intimidated Sue who was a year younger.
Freda was a big part of the reason Sue moved four states away.
Freda thought they had a rivalry; but Sue never did.
Her braggadocio, bullying behaviors were tolerated by the aunts.
Grandma Stella said to “stop tattling” when Sue got knocked down.
Freda was built like a concrete mixer and twice as tough.
Sue stayed away from the family for ten years.
She was a lawyer now, happily married, with two daughters.
Grandma Stella passed, and Sue flew home for the funeral.
She was surprised to not see Freda or any photos of Freda.
Freda had been grandma’s favorite.
Sue finally asked one of her aunts where Freda was.
"Freda got put in prison for killing a guy.
Grandma Stella hid all of her photos, it was like she was never there.”
Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.
The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply.
Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like rollicking days of summer;
When plum sun, waltzed with stars of glitter, often going undercover.
Stella, at times, threw coins in their well, to wish for a special friend,
Besides the birds and blooms of beauty, and rolling hills of never end.
As faint rays forgive after furious storm, distant family came, finally;
In fancy days of dinnerplate dahlias, of gold, pink, or maroon vitality.
Stella lived in the house of empty rooms, that recollected sunny joys;
There the nostalgic past, argued with hopeful future, making no noise.
A purple path close to their front door, seemed painted with petunias;
In amethyst days of evening sparkle, and sunrises, the hue of peaches.
Numerous nightingales sang at hiigh noon, when new neighbors called;
In notable, precious moments, not ever forgotten-redolence enthralled!
'String of hearts plants,' trailed love petals, as 'oyster plant,' culled gems.
The rich pink, 'quill blooms,' shot daggers, like vexed queens, in diadems.
'Enchanting hostas' charmed summer moon, as 'elephant ears,' harked;
Then 'rising sun redbud' trees sang, with dawn on gloss petals, marked.
Stella still wandered to the well to wish, some afternoons and evenings,
As some yet gaze at mysterious stars, to uncover astrological meanings.
Stella was reading in her favorite spot, on a day of hot, persimmon sun;
And she looked up and saw a girl her age. A new friendship was begun!
Veronica was the daughter of the farmer in the dell, who was divorced;
And she was now living with him. Stella was invited to dinner, of course.
In time, Stella and her mom got to know, their nearest neighbors, well;
For Stella got her wish, when her mother married the farmer in the dell.
'The farmer in the dell.
The farmer in the dell.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer in the dell.
The farmer takes a wife.
The farmer takes a wife.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The farmer takes a wife.
The wife takes a child.
The wife takes a child.
Hi-ho, the derry-o!
The wife takes a child.'