A Wild Passion [REV.]

Fulfilled my one-time vision of sitting in
a fixed position quietly all day long, only
getting up to stand at my desk while still
typing - and reading, not going outside -
not spending a cent, just translating and
checking expression and term in similar
documents using the right jargon on the
Internet - & working with double vision

Doing it even when our local diva Mimi
goes into a higher register of noise and
just blows off the roof with exclamations
talking to her kids; I insert borrowed ear
phones which should have been buried
ages ago, the distortion’s so large but I
up the volume, continue working on my
fragile country - feels as if I’m handling

Precious orchids to be damaged by the
slightest lapse in concentration; I wish
those old public servants in the Congo
may earn a pension, retire after age 75,
I wish Africa could learn the secret of
affluence without destroying the country;
I love the African continent with a wild
passion that knows no end…

[12 November 2014]


[ORIGINAL:]

Fulfilling my one-time vision of sitting quietly all day long
in one position - only getting up to stand at my desk while
still typing and reading, not going outside - not spending a
cent, just doing a translation and checking every expression
and term in similar documents using the right jargon on the
Internet, working even with double vision, continuing even

When Mimi our local diva goes into a higher register of noise
and just blows off the roof with her exclamations talking to
her kids, I just use borrowed ear phones which should have
been buried ages ago, the distortion's so large but I turn up
the volume and continue working on my fragile country -
feels as if I'm handling a precious orchid that might be

Damaged by the slightest lapse in concentration; I wish those
old public servants in the Congo may earn a pension to retire
after age 75, I wish Africa could learn the secret of affluence
without destroying their country; I love the African continent
with a wild passion that knows no end…

[11 November 2014]

Mea Culpa

Resting my moonboot-foot on a discarded
printer under my desk while fighting through
this day of discomfort caused by my eating
cheese grillers and homemade bread - all
which could have been avoided  by fasting

Mea culpa – I study the life of St Theresa of
Avila to learn about inner peace; but as she
believed in suffering in silence and achieving
divine ecstasy through self-flagellation, she
might not be the right role model for me –

Though I would be glad if noisy Mimi in the
office would take up St Theresa and be quiet
for a while; as for me, nothing but a dive into
icy- cold water can save THIS crocodile, yet
torn ligaments do not allow such liberty 

We have to endure Mimi’s endless noise and
she doesn’t seem likely to discover the delights
of self-flagellation any time soon, wish we could
make her see why she needs to change….

[10 October 2014]

A Transparent Illusion (COR.)

St Joseph of Cupertino

Lovely - a magician walks horizontally down
the side of a building and makes a fountain
freeze up by his hand’s touch, also changes
coconut milk into coffee, leaves an imprint of
his hand ON showcase glass; makes every-
one’s  cell phone ring at the same time, then

The disheartening vitriolic comments and home-
made explanations for tricks implying everyone
the magician meets is paid to play games with
bottles, cell-phones and rings,  to crown it all,
have been sworn to silence on pain of death,
how else explain their silence obtained -

An illusionist levitates in front of a statue and
people rush in with an explanation involving so
much conniving, seems the world’s conspiring
to confuse invading aliens from far-off galaxies,
therefore, magic is only enjoyed by ignoring the
Internet where self-righteous people on duty

Spoil the fun of enchantment, hastening to kill
wonderment and indulgence in tricks that can’t
hurt anyone: may those who breakfast on prunes
sink into their own low vibration where they can
practice being spiteful with each other and may
great magicians rise high while levitating

Then fly like Joseph of Cupertino and St Teresa
of Avila - may the limits of reality be exposed as
a transparent illusion offering everyone freedom
to do as many magical tricks as we can think of
 
[10 October 2014]

St Theresa of Avila

Hold Him In Awe

After relaying the words of others today – a day in
which I did not take off my moon boot – not even
once, wearing a knee-high silk stocking one-size
fits all except me, I’ve got the ring mark to prove it

Today for the first time after getting the grey boot
3 weeks ago I did not even open the Velcro, finishing
my fragile-state translation more important than any-
thing else on earth, still sitting here not even opening

The boot at home - tomorrow a physiotherapist will
decide what exercises to do – a much needed gift
as I pass out from lack of energy in the office with-
out walking about - our security guard telling me

Tomorrow I must walk normally and my explaining
this is a six-weeks boot for torn ligaments grade 3,
luckily no operation but I have to take care, waiting
for my Beloved I hop into the road, crutch in hand

Knowing he’s impatient to get back into the flow of
traffic though he warns me to take care – yet he is
the one reason I take chances as I do not wish to
impose on his lofty highness too much - I laugh

He doesn’t even know how much I hold him in awe

Verb In A Sentence [REV.]

Today after frothing, sizzling & boiling over my brain
is thoroughly cooked and my head smoking with the
concentration; then a visual feat reading dense text
with double vision, ears ringing with tinnitus - arms
aglow with heat, with four or five words describing

One English verb, fuzzy and woolly trying to inspire
the old palate: I'm spent - even NatGeoWild is too
much - except at six when the hopping crocodile of
Oz is about to be on, can't wait to tell my Oz brother
again there IS a reptile that hops from one dry pond

To the next - but right now I'm trying to make sense
of a world in which I misspent my youth searching
for truth instead of the excellence that would make
me a great translator knowing exactly where the
verb should be in a sentence…

A Suffering Argument

This headache is so endemic to my primitive crocodile
system seems it will accompany me to eternity, such
overwhelming fatigue - what if I feel the same in the life
after death, what if this is deep-seated psychological
conflicts and my consciousness gets stuck on this
mental station in the astral dimension -

What if this is an emotional reaction to spiritual problems
I have not addressed as yet? Why not reset my mental
configuration so that the meaning I assign to life becomes
endemic instead? "Suffering through time is supposed to
teach us to stop suffering", the self-satisfied, self-righteous

Self-assigned spiritual guru's claim - and fold their hands in
an ascetic self-congratulatory way while I stare at them - it's
an idiotic argument: misery is inflicted to teach us not to be
miserable - the only way suffering is stopped is by taking the
cause away, "Stop playing victim", the passing guru says

Eyes heavenward, "then nobody can be aggressor"- brilliant,
all problems solved by us becoming insensitive to problems
stalking us, "You brought it on yourself", a sweet disciple
says skipping away happily doing one-hand clapping in his
Zen-trance, irritating me so much I wish to clap the enthusiast

With one hand - the other hand will hold my victim - imagine
how much damage I can inflict while they refuse to play victim
yet I insist on being the aggressor - I'll fix the whole dreamy
group of out-of-body-afterlife, impractical spiritualists!

[5 October 2014]

Symbol Of Love (Cor.)

Sometimes I wonder if losing the one we love
is a prerequisite to discover a capacity to love
many MORE people than just one romance; I
wonder whether we have to lose focus on just
that special one to offer love to everything

People, animals, nature & inanimate objects as
symbols of our deepest feelings; can we have a
love affair with the beautiful world, does loss of
a romantic love teach us it is not the end of the
world, but rather the beginning of an infinite

Love affair with the world as it is, the freedom to
delight in all people and all the world's wonders -
thus the deep loneliness inside, the hole in the
heart can be filled by an all-embracing love, isn't
this the effect of mind-altering drugs - could we

Remember the feeling to go on - with a mind all
new since knowing what true love is, instead of
growing furious when we lose the drug-induced
delight; maybe we can increase the flow of love
in our hearts and leave the artificial veneer

Of cultural suppression to become who we really
are: lovable, loving human beings who refuse to
row upstream against our feelings, sharing love
without fear of rejection since love unconditional
does not require a response, it simply IS - like

The sun giving light to all, not just those of our
own culture, skin and location - sometimes it
seems sunshine is liquid love scattered by the
winds to fill all with joy and we can offer shade
to all who take too much sun and we can

Lead those stuck in their suffocating mind-caves
back to the beauty of light - as the symbol of love

[4 October 2014]


[ORIGINAL:]

Sometimes I wonder if losing the one we love
is a prerequisite for discovering we have the
ability to love many MORE people than just
ONE romance - and I wonder whether we

Have to lose the focus on just that special one
in order to offer love to everything in the world,
people, animals, nature and inanimate objects
as mind-boggling symbols of our deepest

Feelings – I wonder whether we can have a love
affair with the beloved world in which we live; do
you know what I mean? Maybe loss of romantic
love teaches us it is not the end of the world, but

The beginning of an infinite love affair with the
world as it is, discovering the freedom to delight
in all people and the world’s wonders, and thus
the deep loneliness inside, he hole in the heart

Left after loss – can be filled by an all-embracing
love - do you think it is possible? - Isn't this the
feeling we have upon using mind-altering drugs
and alcohol? Shouldn’t we treasure this feeling

And relive it when the substance’s effect is gone
and we can go on with a new mind which knows
what true love is, instead of growing furious when
we lose the delight created by these drugs? –

Maybe we can increase the flow of love in our hearts
and leave the artificial veneer of cultural suppression
to become who we really are – lovable, loving human
beings who refuse to row upstream against their own

Feelings and needs, sharing their love with everything
without fear of rejection since unconditional love does
not require a response, it simply IS like the sun giving
light to all, not just a chosen few on the grounds of

Their culture, skin and location? Sometimes I think
sunshine is liquid love scattered by the winds to fill
everything with delight - giving us opportunities to
help making shade for all who take too much sun

And to lead anyone stuck in the suffocating caves
inside their minds, back to the beauty of light as
the symbol of love…

[2 October 2014]