some a too

Just what did she want to get into in life except being free of want hatred and strife? Was hers a wrong pathway or was it all right to spend her time wondering morning to night that she wasn't living up to her true worth to all the conditions set out at her birth? Questions may have answers but these won't be met at least not today or not soon and not yet for this path is crooked this white is tarnished – to some a too bitter and not tasteful dish.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

short teaching rhyme

When off on adventure when on walk-about it's wise to be vigilant inside and out. Do copy the customs of people that pass do bow to the statues and stay off the grass do help out the needy and wait for one's turn but do not give in when the ego's a-churn. By acting unlike a lame boorish tourist one might just gain access to what others miss and speak with a local or share a brief smile out here on these lovely and sun-dappled miles. By saying but little and letting things pass one might just gain memories, ones that will last, instead of just barging and barreling past all of the beauty and grace of this plane that never no never will occur again. So sit still be silent and cat-like just lounge while all of the others do hurry and scrounge for pixels and snapshots for souvenirs base while bustling quickly from this to that place. Right here is the moment right now is the time and so comes to end this here short teaching rhyme – huzzah for the warm bloods that course through my veins and for what by silence the open heart gains.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

her untarnished sword

Straight back to her warrens straight back to the source was where she would flee as a matter of course. With passions inflamed and a fire within she'd ratchet back fury and then soon begin to douse soothe and quiet with white stillness pure while hoping thus peacefulness long to ensure. Now out of this practice did emerge a path to lessen the sting and the bite of her wrath and usher in peacefulness there at her very core returning to silent compassion once more. When seeing the nothingness shine from her face her enemies quick for their redoubts would race abandoning their plans to upset her seat concerned but for themselves and their living meat. She rose from the ashes of unconquered Grig where little was moving chicken nor pig and pulled from the rubble her untarnished sword and uttered these hallowed legendary words: 'Good riddance invaders who now scamper forth we've proved to them today our true stalwart worth and saved our city and our precious lands from those foul rapacious those far-roving bands. Now pick up a shovel and help mend these walls and help now rebuild these vaulted meeting-halls and look not to vengeance but always to peace – there's no point in us too becoming such beasts. We praise Nuuzstathena and thank her anon for helping to ensure this battle was won and ask for her blessing upon those to come we humble Grigovians standing as one.' With that rose a cry from the gathering crowd of men dressed in rags and of women in shrouds who turned to their labors with much studied grace – huzzah for this high-mountain and hardy race!

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

answer the beck

The sun in his glory the moon with her pull the heart cleared and empty the tight belly full the watchers in place and the mouth good and shut is what for believers a good life's about. It's not about piling up riches and gems or dividing people twixt the us and thems – it's about compassion and surrendering to the forces and powers unseen around you. The gods they are watching and we are the gods and nothing can even the weight of the odds and no single action can bring about peace for it must be practiced each day month and week. There's no grand finale no sudden insight that can bring us seekers back into the light for we must be prudent and set aside space to witness the absolute at its own pace. With mouths shut and silent and egos in check and evil within us reduced to a speck we enter that moment where death cannot reach the void from which nothingness might teach might preach. So off to the su'uvyiet Grigovians all to answer the beck and to answer the call of Wu and its power to Wu and its light that drives out mind-demons that ushers in light. A great stillness mounting will settle the score with all of the sadness that we've known before and bring back the balance that we tend to lose when strong and incessant is ego's abuse.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

writing and riding

We are at the start of another new year – it's one of the monkey and one of good cheer. The last one is over we sit here silent and pray that the demons' foul energies went up over this island and missed us again we Balinese women and stout Western men. The yoga is over, meditation soon – for dealing with structures that threaten to ruin the course of this whorphan the course of E'e E'e this one who loves writing and riding the sea. Next to him are Frenchmen their chatter is daft before him's a future both tranquil and vast for he's on the cusp of a big changing time and all of his chips pile up on the line. With daily traditions he can alter course and make some things better hopefully none worse and rise from the ashes of all of the fears that have plagued and battered him lo' these long years. By keeping a witness in the seven nodes he plans to uproot and throw out many loads of energies stagnant and energies foul and mirror the wisdom of Athena's owl. The sun it has set now the land it is dark he can but hear scattered mechanical barks above him is bat stork and a night-hawk too – huzzah for this starting afresh and anew!

© americanifesto / 場黑麥

eaters and then

With eggs in its stomach and blood on its beak the little mosquito his weak-points did seek. It flew from the cover of a hanging shroud disguised in the plume of his recent vape-cloud and made not a sound that his ears could detect and to his sharp eye was but a tiny speck. He reached out and grabbed it with a sudden move and with that quick gesture his watchfulness proved to none but himself and to no one at all for he then took pity that death did befall. It was me or it and I want no disease, he said as he watched its weak twitching then cease and wiped its wee carcass from his greasy thumb concerned by the cruelty of what he'd just done. In this life there's eaters and then there are prey and only the lucky will see their next day and only the fortunate get to still strive though none of us living will get out alive.

© americanifesto / 場黑麥