I like both of these guys, Daryl the dirty redneck with a heart of gold & Tallahassee, who’s like a redneck Zen / Taoist master mixed with Don Quixote. Tallahassee is a being who seemingly lives in the moment & who is on a quest for Twinkies amidst carnage. Will blog more, friends, so stay tuned.
This speaks to me, because I’ve been pretty much a lifelong fan of sci – fantasy, horror, mystery, action – adventure. I’ve written some short ( very short ) stories heavily influenced by science – fiction & fantasy, which have vanished into cyberspace Nerdvana. Perhaps it’s for the best…..
Today’s post is a little bit long and personal, but please bear with me. Please…?
I am a fantasy writer. I always have been. Other than short stories, I have never written a single piece that didn’t involve swords and sorcery, heroes and villains, and a bookload of ridiculously epic scenes. Right now I’m juggling three projects, one of which I intend to make public fairly soon, and they are all fantasy.
It would be cliché to say that I haven’t always been like this—and a lie. Because, the truth is, I can’t recall a time when I wasn’t fascinated with the idea of creating new worlds and populating them with people and creatures arising from my imagination.
So how did I become this kind of person? What went wrong!?
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Sounds slightly like Rumi or perhaps Rumi – & Zen ( ? ) – inspired. Interesting versification, & I need to start writing again in earnest.
Imagine if you will a somewhat subtle ripple in time, a fatal glimpse at something beautiful
A wonderment that could bring envy to those blooming flowers, and to that benevolent sky
Take for a second a moment to envision a division from what we labeled as the norm
To view a beloved sight of a radiant woman that sparks the inspiration within a man’s soul
Somewhere lost in that isolated drifting twilight zone I dared to be so bold
As I versified the image of a pearl like perceptional daydream
Which, pertains to one that personifies my thoughts of celestial beings
…Angels is what I mean…An angel that for a moment alleviated my foolish iniquities
And, who am I to deny what seems so divine…this second a certain breathe left fading into time
Therefore, I ask why are creatures of your caliber created by the hands of whatever god?
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I have almost always thought that Mr. Spock would be a good Buddhist, particularly the Spock of the movies who is much more in touch with & more at peace with his human genetic inheritance than his TV version. Later Spock is practicing his own ” Middle Way ” in uniting the best of 2 seemingly contradictory halves into a reasonably well – balanced, UNIQUE person.
These people are only supporting Trump because of his anti – Islamic sentiments, obviously, while ignoring his statements which would curtail individual freedom ( s ) in the U.S. & severely endanger our relationships with other nations. Trump has lied, practically thrown tantrums whenever someone says something he disagrees with, shown extreme xenophobia, lack of respect, etc.
Hardly positive traits for observant Buddhists, Christians, Jews, Muslims or anyone preaching & trying to practice good faith & goodwill to emulate, really.
The Nikaya Dhamma Society was founded to preserve and expound historical and orthodox Buddhism. While we do not normally endorse presidential candidates or involve ourselves in the political process, in this case we are compelled to make an exception. Donald Trump stands out alone among all the candidates for president of the United States as the one man speaking up against illegal immigration and the threat of radical Islam. He is the only candidate not afraid to take on political correctness and to offer the American people straight talk, repudiating dishonest political correctness. With great pleasure, we endorse Donald Trump for President of the United States.
Radical Islam continues to menace Buddhist Myanmar, Sri Lanka, Thailand as well as Europe. Radical Islam does not seek understanding, dialogue or tolerance with other religions or cultures, it seeks only conquest. We can ignore this truth at our peril, or we can acknowledge…
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Provocative, evocative verbal imagery, seemingly more fitting for autumn or the greyish – white wasteland of post – holiday Winter than the hot sauna days of summer when this part of Earth is seemingly equal to the inner planets of our solar system.
The scorn vivid lies that sit within the misunderstood chambers of my mind
Flow eternally with a sight that has been forever masked with my livid-ity
To obscure these tantalizing memories
That I have for yesterday’s false promises and today’s passing hours
Depression is setting in, and I do not know when I had lost my will to smile
It’s as if I am at the edge of my own optimism, with roses blooming to a blossoming doom
A rainy mood, there for all to see, although also there for me to hide
Mortified a facial surface painted with a tragic face and agony’s embrace amplified
This misery is not what I wish to speak of, but therein resides my only inspiration for a time
…Everything just seems so dead…
Intimacy has fallen into vanity, thus the sanity of our humanity is simply profane
As we no longer comprehend the…
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Since folklore, epics, legends, & other such appeal to me, this caught my eye, especially since it comes from a non – Western, non Judeo – Christian tradition.
Once upon a time, a mother was telling stories to her son, on a full moon day. Suddenly the child asked: Can I eat that ball of cheese in the sky. The mother laughed and told: Of course you can but it is too far away…
Suddenly, the child stood up and lept into the air… The shocked mother watched him thrust towards the moon like a Vimana.
Seeing an object fast approaching the moon, Indra used his Vajra and a bolt of lightening struck the child on his jaw. He fell to the ground in a dying state. Anjana mourned …
Seeing what happened to his son, the wind god Vayu was furious and withdrew from the universe. All the beings began to suffocate. Indra and Devas revived the child and each of them gave him their special powers, to appease Vayu.
Since he was struck in the jaw (hanu)…
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