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There is this little incident I'm dying to share with someone so I will do so with you. I opened the door wide enough to pop my head into Mother's room. I find her sitting on her bed looking through some papers. She doesn't look up: Me: (Whispering softly with my head through the doorway) Surprise! Mother: (Looking up attentively with curiosity) Mi ni?  (What?) Me: (Whispering a little loudly) Surprise! Mother: (Looking more interested and curious) Mi ni,  je e nŋɛ? (What, where is the surprise?) Me: (Pointing to myself with a big smile.) Mother: (Face changing to an expression of mild annoyance, yells) O be hewami! Ya la nitsumi! (You are mad! Go find a job!) I am yet to stop laughing. It's the way she said it, it was so funny. And I like to share with you an excellent news! Inspired by one of my favorite human beings––I shalln't name them, least I embarrass them––I have self-published The Spews of Seasons,  a colorful (the cover, that is) chapbook o

Between the Pages of Letters to A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke IV

And if what is near you is far away, then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great; be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust .  (Rainer Maria Rilke. Letters to a Young Poet . Trans. Stephen Mitchell. NY: Modern Library, 2001, p. 42-43)   There are several beautiful passages in the fourth chapter of Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet. Owing to recent experiences, I choose the above quote beca

Experiment: Expecting Everything III

Cheers to the third and last part of the “Expecting Everything” experiment ! But how did you find part II ? Have you thought it a bit odd that the criteria for expecting everything seemed a bit strange? This is because the notion of everything is placed within the self. I know I have not explained minutely, but it is obvious, I hope, from the first experiment that this is not about extrinsic expectations but an intrinsic one. The first experiment dealt with presence to the body through frightful imaginations:  Instead of worrying about how badly things could go with your body, you reverted worry into gratitude by paying attention to how things actually are in your present and by imagining the horrible possible forms that things could have taken and have not. The second part of the experiment aimed to get you to learn of your body and mind by distancing yourself from them. As you observed your body in the mirror and call it by your name, you probably found that it was difficult

Poetry: Footfalling by Laura Riding

Footfalling by Laura Riding A modulation is that footfalling. It says and does not say. When not walking it is not saying. When saying it is not walking. When walking it is not saying. Between the step and alternation Breathes the hush of modulation Which tars all roads To confiding heels and soles and tiptoes. Deep from the rostrum of the promenade The echo-tongued mouth of motion Rolls its voice, And the large throat is heard to tremble While the footfalls shuffle . It says and does not say. When the going is gone There is only fancy. Every thought sounds like a footfall, Till a thought like a boot kicks down the wall. ---