SPRKS IN CSF: Reading books and my views

SPRKS IN CSF: Reading books and my views:  I am reading books again, as my days have spaces opened for them as I travel to see family. It is on a whim that I bought the book 'Bra...

SPRKS IN CSF: Reading books and my views

SPRKS IN CSF: Reading books and my views:  I am reading books again, as my days have spaces opened for them as I travel to see family. It is on a whim that I bought the book 'Bra...

Reading books and my views

 I am reading books again, as my days have spaces opened for them as I travel to see family.

It is on a whim that I bought the book 'Braiding sweet grass' by Robin Wall Kimmerer, just by a chance encounter with how the words flowed in the book . I don't remember where I read the sentences, but just went ahead and  bought it for reading on the train .

 I have since stopped my thoughts to wonder more about the strong connection I felt to nature as a child growing up , how we were reminded of not wasting  and to be grateful for all that is before us. There was a sense of compassion to all the nature that surrounded us, including those wasps that bit me , the snakes that wandered out to near our house... the general premise of the times and as  my grandmother used to say  was this, "they have as much  a right to be here as you have , so let them go their way". The subsequent  generations have shifted in their ways of life and  views. The general acceptance of all life  and the way of sharing with the others in the community has given way to an isolationist and narcissistic way of viewing every day events  and people which has permeated the minds of people even in my old village in India . The place I once remembered has changed , but all that is left in me is an ache for a past that is gone away , withered away with time .In place of the small houses, now there are mansions each of them vying to be bigger and grander than the next. 

I have noticed that the sustainability of  'less waste ' as more of a struggle , I see my daughter turning off the lights that her husband leaves on all through the house and her frustrations at the lighted house in the middle of a sunny day. This is a place cultures collide and I just hope what comes out of it will be a more sustainable approach . Their new child may show the way to a middle ground away from the extremes that is all around him. As my daughter said, "I hope I can give this baby the  life I want with the values I think are important, not his dad's or society's  waste everything way of thinking".

As I read more of the 'braiding sweet grass' , I  too begin to have a deeper understanding , I too realize , each small drop of relevant values will move the future generations closer to a place of wisdom and lives lived with gratitude  becoming a way of life .Of course the future will be guided by nature , it's just a question of if it will be a transition in ease of acceptance or forced despite our resistance ...one way or the other nature will lead .

(by Pc-3, 02/17/2023)

Please....

Lives, march, sob, grieve and walk again
stare into the gloom,
feel the depth ,the abyss,
No RA, no guns , no no no...
yes where is god , when i need ...
Don't trawl me ..please... just leave me be
I care that none read what i write,
But please don't invade my grief...
by Pc3-(march2018)

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3): I want to take this space to reflect, as the future  and past draws to a close..lost to a present, almost like the inconsequential feeling ...

SPRKS IN CSF: For Tyre Nichols

SPRKS IN CSF: For Tyre Nichols:  I have no words, only tears, I can't  watch  news ever again. I heard it as I turned the tele in the evening , Now no more... Know I wi...

SPRKS IN CSF: For Tyre Nichols

SPRKS IN CSF: For Tyre Nichols:  I have no words, only tears, I can't  watch  news ever again. I heard it as I turned the tele in the evening , Now no more... Know I wi...

For Tyre Nichols

 I have no words, only tears,

I can't  watch  news ever again.

I heard it as I turned the tele in the evening ,

Now no more...

Know I will be haunted with that sound ...

Oh no, dear God, why have you made only evil,

Named it humans, said we have words and choices,

Yet dropped it like molten rock into men's hearts?

Cruelty thy name is human...

Animals are your creation, yet we pride in a soul,

The souls are charred vestiges ,left from your better creations ,

Be they created or evolved,  evil dwells heavy in the  souls ,

That had only cruelty to a young Tyre...

The cries will reverberate  through us , for all our days ,

Waking us from our sleep, as we pray to faceless gods ,

As we hope again in the dark  for life  for our children, 

As this cursed nation  search for a soul, yet again , in vain...

Yet again see the hardened souls , drunk with power ,

Walk by and lay down to a sleep so sound ,

For  theirs'  is a remorseless power, dark and set solid...

But for us , despite all prayers and hopes, our days just stretch long ,

Anxious hours drag into days , stretched into shriveled time, 

To our lives, our wretched lives  waiting  for our children to return,

Until the next day again and again for eternity, 

With prayers to Gods who cannot hear us...

poem by Pc3 -(01/27/2023)

 

SPRKS IN CSF: Classified documents again?!

SPRKS IN CSF: Classified documents again?!:  I think back to the time when they checked for some  boxes in a Marilago  corridor , well it appears that what was not recovered there  has...

SPRKS IN CSF: Classified documents again?!

SPRKS IN CSF: Classified documents again?!:  I think back to the time when they checked for some  boxes in a Marilago  corridor , well it appears that what was not recovered there  has...

Classified documents again?!

 I think back to the time when they checked for some  boxes in a Marilago  corridor , well it appears that what was not recovered there  has been found in a series,  as a more to follow event  I am implying the classified documents found in Biden's locked cabinet. The surprise is why stop with just two sets of documents? I am sure there are  many  more documents to be moved and deposited in other places . Lets say  for example New jersey is closer  and so is New york  some sheds etc. on where Biden may have stopped by at lets say fifty/sixty  years ago. Transportation costs will work out cheaper  too for the cheapskater  in chief and those said mole employees. 

Oh in case one forgot or is stuck with a lack of ideas , I have more suggestions... timing matters , hence consider to time it with summer solstice  or near July 4th, and the expose can be timed with summer solstice, if that is not possible can time it overshadow any other major  events. The expose time should be timed right and that way more light can be had on the tube  for the great one. Thus round and round we go, until it gets all jaded and then ' pinkie and the brain' go again to another try at 'take over the world'... 

Next try to numb any brain cells left for the masses , so they are more vulnerable to be gaslighted . The masses will fall  for all the gaslighting and be pliable to any and all possible lies and convenient truths. It  seems already evident as seen at the  house speaker debacle and santos blindness ,already infecting many. Its not covid that is stripping life out of people it is apathy and the inability to question the appearance of  fakes right in front of  all our eyes ,lets cheer for the grabbers  for them to grab our  finances, our minds and thus our lives.

Post  script: adding a few  forgotten points  on the above subject:-

There is option for an air drop to the various yard's with Biden's name to it, one can save cost by scheduling a drone drop and then they can be found by any random person floating by within the pres's yard and this can continue the drama. Then again why not get climate friendly and claim as  your own the  'climate  saving agenda'   by sending those files  along a kite  that will be wind powered ... this will align the cheif cheapskater  a way into the hearts of the idiots like me. We will lap it up with tears in our eyes for the great T saving the  earth and all those  polar bears. Ah, one small advice , don't leave the greasy finger prints on the files along with the added fake prints , may have to wipe the greasy ones and the burger flavor  off so as not to entice some  random neighborhood canine who may disturb all the pointed proof, all that evidence...

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...:   PTSD is like a  shadow that follows you every where , the difference is this shadow is there as your constant companion , just popping up...

Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Holidays and beyond

 PTSD is like a  shadow that follows you every where , the difference is this shadow is there as your constant companion , just popping up whenever and wherever it feels like, always uninvited . So with that being clear, lets try to face it and accept it for what it is - its a lifelong companion who is with you for the whole journey of life, whether you like it or not , like a bump or bug bite that itches and re appears every so often, for some of us it is so often that  it is a daily part of the essence of ourselves through out our days.. 

Step 1- Accept it , always easy to say , but can't get to  really do it  as a first step,  so to alternate steps...

a - Have  a daily schedule that you follow  every day diligently, be it on holidays or weekends or work days ie. any day and every day. It helps initially to write down a schedule , look at it , stick to it and don't forget to include  things such as showering or eating/drinking ( not alcohol- alcohol even if it may be  your  current companion is  not your friend , so ditch alcohol ) and sleeping on a schedule.. .some times these basics  get forgotten and lost , especially when the PTSD is really bad . It always get better with time, indeed it does .. .

b-Any kind of physical activity helps , a walk , learning a dance - i say learning to dance , because the act of dancing or singing no longer comes naturally, nor does any of the things you ever enjoyed in the past, they  all  have an aura of a chore when you are struggling with PTSD . Despite that feel , do it like any chore and repeat . On an aside all hobbies that you get into , they are fleeting and thus do not last , so being aware of it helps.. Do still get to hobbies, doing them  and attempting to try them. Any interest  in a hobby or activity is a positive.

c-There is a certain  urge to dwell on things, saying, "why me , how unfair everything has been" etc. But try to think of your traumas not as miserable events, but just as ' experiences' . Life always have experiences, just that  these were hard ones . Hence you are not the victim ,the suffering one , nor under the yoke of PTSD, you are the survivor . Yes you are  just a person  who had some events, which you are going to chalk up as some 'experiences'...This construct is just for your mind  and it doesn't negate the horror of the traumatic event, just makes it manageable for your mind preventing it from unravelling moment to moment. That is one way  you try  get a handle on things in the attempt to live, to  get on with life , one foot in front of the other, one hour at  a time( at better times one day or few days at a time)  and still one step after another.   

d-There are some distressing  things that are beyond comprehension. One of them  being flashbacks. With the flashbacks you  notice that your day just  stayed there and withered away , hence that  feeling of wasted time .. . How to get out of these uninvited flashbacks (ie. they come in all forms and varying severity but they are  never in your control) - Try to find something that you like , be that a beach, a park , a tree that moves in the breeze, then make that piece of nature yours. keep a a picture of it  with you... for all just to escape to breathe , to get a gasp of momentary sanity... those times when you need a visual reminder and momentarily imagine being there . These reminders help you move through your day a little easier and each day these  pictorial images help you to  shed some of the internal burden you carry. Some other things that help are inspirational quotes, soothing music ,stretching , even moving to another place like out doors  , another room etc. If you can catch yourself sliding into a flash back( you can occasionally be aware of this) then these  things aid you to get out from it's  hold a little quicker . Some times you have to do multiple things , but you try and try again . If possible any physical motion or movements help and can be done unobtrusively wherever you are at. Some days you may just wake up feeling restless, annoyed ,but  do know these  are all part of the PTSD.

f-Nightmares... like the flash backs they are there... only how bad or how often they are present varies. They tend to come in groups . Bring yourself to think of them as movies ,but just horrible ones. Another helpful step is this -before you sleep try to tell yourself how the  room is yours and look at the things that make it your room and force yourself to own it ,to make it yours .This will have to be repeated for many many days. When you wake with a nightmare , it helps if you can get to ground yourself by looking and seeing something that will get your mind and brain  to move to  the present place and time. It doesn't reduce or negate the jarring nightmare that was present, just make you become aware to the  present .Yet it will be hard to fall back to sleep. This is the time when you try to day dream of your favorite place in your mind to force yourself to get back to sleep again , to get back to sleep hoping of no more nightmares . But the reality is  that they just come , so go on doing it over and over , and manage to get whatever measly sleep you can(nightmares are going to be there, but they  do become less with  time) So...

g-feeling of disconnect and lack of joy...The biggest bummer  is when you feel disconnect to your children , especially to your young child - it  always put an added layer of guilt and anger . Force to act the part of what you think  is the normal action , what has to be done  to interact  and do that acting part when faced with disconnect . With time the connectedness happen (this may come in on and off form and do take time ,so do persist to act the part) If you feel angry , do work out ,or use that energy to get things done that tend to be put off..... postponed or neglected from  day to day. The reality is there is a constant inertia that I can only describe as "being weighed down  and feeling of being stuck in cement , unable to move" It helps to have a list of prioritized tasks to complete/do as  the tendency is to focus on and to do non essentials at any given time , anger works as an energizer to task completion. No feeling of achievement will be present ,(even if you win the Nobel prize, the feeling of achievement can be absent) so say to your-self that you did it  .

h-guilt feelings and remorse . Guilt and remorse of what you lost or what could have been is a definite feeling - so come to accept that the present life is yours . It is during the holiday season and special occasions  that they seem to envelope you  more than any other time. At these times this remorse and guilt  seems to become so huge and untamable . How ever force yourself not to ever compare  your day or  life to some one else's. I think it is hard to do , but focus instead  on how you can help another in need , do anything to help others and that seems to make the day bearable and at some point you start looking at  some of the silver lining of your  big cloud...yes the cloud that goes with you everywhere and comes uninvited .

I have only given a brief mini guide . So many  a times  you are going to feel that  you are not you , but the you that is there will come together slowly bit by bit...Yes time , sometimes it seems  such a  long wait , but time  helps, and so do your efforts in those  everyday  small steps you take  . 

I may add updates to this , but for now , give these suggestions a try, one small unsteady step at  a time. I hope you do, and thus get to  finally see how to manage one day after another. Just remind yourself that  one cannot identify people who have Diabetes if and when you come across them. Like wise you don't know who all around you or me has  PTSD. As anyone with PTSD knows  you feel everyone else can see it in you , but as I said , its invisible just like the disease Diabetes...

an addendum-

what has helped me  at the many recurring low points is, if I do something to help others, or to think of  some other person who may have worse  life events in front if them , mostly  beyond their control, of where or how they were born etc . I end up giving to charity , many a time though in small amounts that I can , I do these moments to direct my thoughts  to MSF(https://www.doctorswithoutborders.org) give in  small amounts as it gives me momentary sense of peace as I feel they are helping those in need in places other charities may not get to. 

(by  peace crane-3 -12/15/2021)

SPRKS IN CSF: on Climate

SPRKS IN CSF: on Climate: I wish  each of us would opt to reduce our need for more, but we have gone to a 'selfish comfort mode '. We have grown accustomed to...

SPRKS IN CSF: on Climate

SPRKS IN CSF: on Climate: I wish  each of us would opt to reduce our need for more, but we have gone to a 'selfish comfort mode '. We have grown accustomed to...

on Climate

I wish  each of us would opt to reduce our need for more, but we have gone to a 'selfish comfort mode '. We have grown accustomed to our comforts , our enveloping temperatures , our plastic wrappings , our exotic foods from far off places, but as we consume more and more , we tend to want more to consume as we just consume with nary a moment spent to live mindfully even in a half hour period during our days wondering , just on the 'goldilock effect' , mourning the lack of that just so ideal sensory input.

I strive to do a little to reduce my wastes, my carbon foot print, but the vast mammoth prints left all around me by industries and  companies ( including those who wink and state their great progress in making a shallower carbon foot print ) just make me disheartened. The awareness that what I do or what we as a family do is less than even a drop in this vast ocean of carbon belchers whose acts just collapse my earth to a path of no return ...it is despair  and hopelessness for me . I hold this fantasy that the universe, wakes and the earth will shiver itself to action and then we are left as helpless inconsequential pests, which we have become  through all that we call progress. Some times  my prayer is "Oh universe, take over please."..

SPRKS IN CSF: Cassius Turvey

SPRKS IN CSF: Cassius Turvey:  Cassius...a name , a face , a soul,  Above all a person to who has seen you ... A news item in passing for some,  Sadness in memory for oth...

Cassius Turvey

 Cassius...a name , a face , a soul, 

Above all a person to who has seen you ...

A news item in passing for some, 

Sadness in memory for others , 

A human , lost too soon , 

Yet for some just an object...

I see the faces of my genetic future , 

Spread in the sand , just like all of them in all lands , 

Part of breaths that mingled in my air, 

And hence close to me , me the human , 

Me , a group of  DNA and chromosomes,

No different , yet for the melanine lackers ,

He too was a threat... All around me they growl, 

All they see is a threat, our thoughts , 

Our prayers, our food , anything and all,

Just our souls  invoke a fear, and they run ,

Threatened by any with souls , or is it just melanine that  they fear...

poem by Pc3(11/03/2022)

SPRKS IN CSF: Flashbacks and Gods….

SPRKS IN CSF: Flashbacks and Gods….:   Flashbacks   and Gods…. Flashbacks, they come un-invited. A little girl cowering under the covers, stuffing her shirt into her mouth to ...

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss:  Ah the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hint of garlic and chilli waft in , Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my p...

SPRKS IN CSF: Good bye to Honor

SPRKS IN CSF: Good bye to Honor: Today Honor died with a final gasp... Lays there the ashes of 'being', of all... Slashed and raped morals smeared across the days , ...

Good bye to Honor

Today Honor died with a final gasp...

Lays there the ashes of 'being', of all...

Slashed and raped morals smeared across the days ,

Smirking arrogance  has sprouted their hopes to rape all...

Lies there thee dead ,oh humanity ,

The soul within you flayed and slaughtered, never to rise ever ...  ...

Poem by Pc-3-(06/24/22)

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss:  Ah the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hint of garlic and chilli waft in , Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my p...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...: Earth day, another day laid to rest; the skies are loud above us,  Not the screech owl  at night, nor the hoof falls or a gallop, All  roar ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...: Earth day, another day laid to rest; the skies are loud above us,  Not the screech owl  at night, nor the hoof falls or a gallop, All  roar ...

Earth day...

Earth day, another day laid to rest; the skies are loud above us, 

Not the screech owl  at night, nor the hoof falls or a gallop,

All  roar of planes , with war on their minds...

Man and beast, alight  beneath, souls that whimper far  abound, 

Be it Palestine , Jordan, Odessa or  Congo,

Be it hutu , tutsi,  cherokee or gaurani, 

All tears  flow slow , pained souls  sigh ,

The earth heaves  a sigh and all proud men shake ,

For the tears have been rivers , they swell and shake ,

The souls have all sighed, and massed into the howling winds, 

Ah , the earth , I too  tire at you soulless men, all beasts ...

No soul , no thought ,blind yet  they squander,   

I too sigh , Oh dear Earth , with you ,

Shudder  at the day when you oh  dear earth  your heaves ,  sigh  and shake....

 

poem  by peace crane -3 (04/22/22)

 

SPRKS IN CSF: Time

SPRKS IN CSF: Time: Fathers, mothers , daughters and sons , they entwined their lives and weaved time ... Events , they just embellished this weave, some times ...

Time

Fathers, mothers , daughters and sons , they entwined their lives and weaved time ...

Events , they just embellished this weave, some times they encrusted these weaved lives and created little knobs...

In kockanacherry Mark Anthony was told, "you are wasting time". But he knew even then as a third grader,' you never waste time , you create time '.

As he poked at the scurrying beetle and flipped it onto its shiny back and waited for it to turn over , instead of pushing a slate pencil over the  scarred grey of the old slate, he just knew ," you never waste time ", so he waited , his intense eyes holding the acrobatic dance of the beetle on its back making trails in the fine soil as time ...

story by peace crane -3 ( 03/25/2021)

SPRKS IN CSF: THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN A WAR

SPRKS IN CSF: THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN A WAR:  There are no winners in a war ........... ..................................................... Just grief  and misery........................

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time: Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep, Perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark... Wide skies to ...

Rabid Bears

 I learnt today that bears can get rabies, though rare  

And they infect others , or are they rabid dogs in bear garbs?

Some like their rabies, even whiling in the rotted brains,

Soul-less, drunk on  power, they roam , until they are done;

Oh if only all rabid ones be done ,

Before they devour  those who  breathe, snuffing  their lives  ,

Be it a saffron dog or an orange-head, or any other canine ,

Salivating all with cowardice , soul less power....if only ...

Poem by Pc-3 ( 02/24/2022)

SPRKS IN CSF: Rabid Bears

SPRKS IN CSF: Rabid Bears:  I learnt today that bears can get rabies, though rare   And they infect others , or are they rabid dogs in bear garbs? Some like their rabi...

SPRKS IN CSF: Ahmaud Arbery

SPRKS IN CSF: Ahmaud Arbery: The sun shone on me, but , alas the light had gone dark, The days stayed long, but , in their hearts all stone, In the hearts , the blood wa...

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...: "People say, `Stalin's daughter, Stalin's daughter,' meaning I'm supposed to walk around with a rifle and shoot the ...

Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but seem more relevant today)

"People say, `Stalin's daughter, Stalin's daughter,' meaning I'm supposed to walk around with a rifle and shoot the Americans. Or they say, `No, she came here. She is an American citizen.' That means I'm with a bomb against the others. No, I'm neither one. I'm somewhere in between. That `somewhere in between' they can't understand."

Peters' defection came at a high personal cost. She left two children behind in Russia – Josef and Yekaterina – from previous marriages. Both were upset by her departure, and she was never close to either again...(about Lana peters' passing)


As I read this, I wondered about human nature, some so extreme, that we tend to measure the progeny  colored by their parents. What really make each of us who , nay how we are? What in our environment  decide how we weave our lives?

I read this and wondered some , about the randomness of events that really shape further events that in the end is summed up as life... about the children lost into the system, children that do without parents, due to no fault of theirs, of the children that labor away in different parts of the globe, to support things they never chose. Yeah all kinds of thoughts and images crowd into my mind...eg. Nestle's cocoa bean collecting children, garment factory children, and children who wait for their farm worker parents ,awaiting earnings stained by peppers and cucumbers...
We go about from one day to the next with hardly a sidelong glance ,yet when we look to that side, life seem not so simple, but rather a very complex event , yet devoid of any glow .
The intricate patterns that become us, those interwoven events that foreshadow our future, and yet interlaced in there lies some things  and events of which we can never control-  as to how or where we are born...yet in any given moment we think and imagine all sorts of controls, to our lives ...
In the imagined free land of America, all these freedoms come with tassels, bells and weights. We supposedly  prided ourselves that we are as non-polar as we imagined at a not so far away time , yet were secretly extremely polarized. We were supposedly close to  'all being equal' in an idealistic way, yet weren't we  just  'denying all inequality equally' in   an effort to portray some optimal value facades . There is an ongoing obesity epidemic, but we blindly pander to the masses by never mentioning the O word, so as to not offend any. Forget that, even the medical profession side step the issue and never give direct nutritional advice  or activity advise, lest they perchance offend some ones 'sense of self'. Our drug culture is superior, and in our effort to fix all that ails those depths,  we continue to cushion the issues by giving them new package labels... including reasons for their dependent behaviors, "oh you are self medicating your depression', or 'you are drinking because of your anxiety"...Of course even if it is vodka that you are drowning in, you are bound to feel anxiety, I am sure. Life itself comes with anxieties, variable moods , even in the best of living beings, just by the nature of being a living being. 

Hence here  we are not addressing the various problems . all that which is rotting our very core , just changing facades and labels  do not stop the rot that is  so deep seated .
   We forget the in-between people, those who come from other lands, who really do their share in holding up the economy, holding it dear , held up at  both ends, ignore their in-between feelings, just because it's just convenient.
Besides, cultural integration is supposed to happen , say within three weeks to two month time right...just like grieving. All clear by the assigned time...or else...

The less exact nature of things that appear random are lost , may be, and with that may be a little bit of humanness  too. So, the 'in-between people ' , they shed things in bits, of who they are , a little of themselves leach away, and with it the richness of humanity slowly looses bits of itself... 
Lets hope this is not so , for hope then would foreshadow chaos, slide into an inhuman non-compassionate world of entitled, self absorbed chaos.
( as  seem more evident now)

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...: "People say, `Stalin's daughter, Stalin's daughter,' meaning I'm supposed to walk around with a rifle and shoot the ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Dreams

SPRKS IN CSF: Dreams:  Chaos and confusion reign, The years held in a drop, they shatter, Few days more, you hope , but... If only a magic wand could , just have ...

Dreams

 Chaos and confusion reign,

The years held in a drop, they shatter,

Few days more, you hope , but...

If only a magic wand could , just have enough magic...

To change life- ah , confusion and pain, all is chaos,

To change all those years, time itself,

With one swoop...if it could, but...

Blend all realities, all those years,

Hold in a cup, all dreams gone awry,

What neuronal key will lock away ,this enmeshed saga,

Make  sense from this mire , of days,

Can we yet fathom what we loose,

Say - to unlock the future, nary a chance  until we sleep again,

Dare we tread there  except in our dreams... 

poem by Pc-3( happened upon it- probably from late 1990s)

Thich Nhat Hanh

 Chance brought your  wisdom to me ,

When I needed it  so urgently,

On the days that I searched, in vain for guidance that seemed too far,

Yet in a library , a book for me , along  with those for my children's read...

I took the small book, consolation, I scanned for meaning to my life , 

Words were bound within, my  thoughts were hushed ,in chains, 

Mind  aswirl in soot , calm a mirage  yet...

The monk's words soothed, to calm - direction  my secret.

Slowly to calm ,to seek a path beyond the chaos surrounds ,

To meditate, to my soul sustenance , to words meaning,

To place beyond me , to the whole , to life form in formless state, 

All to chance , some call it fate ,

 All life , all  chance moments ,

I await  for comforting serene moments it brings, 

Hope , love ,  this day, tomorrow, all different facets of the same ,

Peace ,a brief look into time and oneness ...

The  universe, time , all merge , all , moves while still into stillness, 

To the mind, to life, moments measuring time in this known space.... 

(poem by -- PC-3, 01/22/2022)

  

SPRKS IN CSF: Thich Nhat Hanh

SPRKS IN CSF: Thich Nhat Hanh:  Chance brought your  wisdom to me , When I needed it  so urgently, On the days that I searched, in vain for guidance that seemed too far, Y...

SPRKS IN CSF: america imploding -

SPRKS IN CSF: america imploding -: Ethics lay by the wayside, Compassion has died slow... In its ashes has sprouted dominance. I breathe the moral implosion, As breaths a...

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time:  Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep, perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark... Wide skies to...

Hibernation time

Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep,

Perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark...

Wide skies to growl to , cold air nips at the pores, droops the eyes ;

Sonorous the murmur  of breath mixed with the snowy wind,

Yet , the bear  stays awake , want to growl , to fight the cold ,

All to lumber and lurch ,one last attempt to mark ,before the new moon ,

Before the dawn of yet another year, to trudge before sleep, roar at the valleys, 

Try and shake from Ural to Ukrain ,with hollow sounds that echo, time beckons,  

A few may  still marvel ,at the might of this dark soul of a bear yet....

(poem by PC-3  -on 12/26/2021)   

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...:   PTSD is like a  shadow that follows you every where , the difference is this shadow is there as your constant companion , just popping up...

Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season

 I had this wonderful idea as i lay there awaiting sleep to grace my night . It is the holiday season, people feel that they need to give back , contribute to charity etc etc....

If only there was a site where we could pay towards enhancing the vaccination all over the  world, but i have come to realize that there is no such place or site . I am sure there are a few similar minded people ( like me ) who would like to contribute towards the vaccination against the covid-19 virus , making it  a collective humanity effort. May be this is where the UN (United Nations )  as an international  inter governmental agency /universal global organization can step in and take the initiative.

I believe that is when our humanity shines brightest when we put in an effort to take care of our fellow beings  , those whom we have the opportunity to share this earth with in our short stay here. 

But when I look around , I see some of us have only one thought that is " self "...just self interest, negating any awareness that we are ultimately just  sharers of this earth along with  the others and that we have a responsibility  which " being alive" has bestowed on  us, ie. to care for the collective , the humanity, and to  sustain the  nature around us , the earth and the associated areas . But sadly we lack  some- that care,  so as a first step if we could help  at least in the current pandemic 'to care', to help with that first step towards that care , by helping in the global vaccine effort, that will provide meaning for the word 'Christmas season' , as well as meaning to the word ' Human'...

SPRKS IN CSF: Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season

SPRKS IN CSF: Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season:  I had this wonderful idea as i lay there awaiting sleep to grace my night . It is the holiday season, people feel that they need to give ba...

Ahmaud Arbery

The sun shone on me, but , alas the light had gone dark,

The days stayed long, but , in their hearts all stone,

In the hearts , the blood was red, but soul was naught, 

So, our  prayers , and they pray too, all prayers rise ,

All to God's who  have gone deaf, or  blind....

Where humans are beasts and beasts they are, 

All with eyes that sees not, all green , cloaked in hate ,

Stones weigh them souls ,the ground shudders,

And trees shield their branches ,sorrow rise  from ground to leaves,

The trees , they stand silent ,shocked to stillness....

Yet the Gods  , they have been silent too...

Awaiting for man to someday  become human...

A long wait that bears heavy on generations' souls,

Waiting , its  just  been so long, so weary...Oh dear God we are so tired... 

So tired of waiting , weary... God where art thou...??? 

Poem by Pc-3(2021) 

SPRKS IN CSF: RIP my Friend ...

SPRKS IN CSF: RIP my Friend ...: Chance...and once our paths crossed, Moored on life's shores, We spent days ,sun and shadows ,  Memories , groups , friends, decades ago...

RIP my Friend ...

Chance...and once our paths crossed,

Moored on life's shores,

We spent days ,sun and shadows , 

Memories , groups , friends, decades ago, but seems just the other day...

From these shores you say adieu, smasher

On to the unknown time warps  you have  gone...

Lives , are but moments shared,

So too the bind of friendships,

Memories, all but moments stored away,

Collected moments, perchance to return when called on,

Yet just shadows they are...so RIP our dear friend...

(poem by  peace crane 3--for 06/28/21)

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth: The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh, Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master , Work...

Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth

The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh,

Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master ,

Work, job , all just names  to endless days unto infinity,

sleep, rest, all just words that now mean non motivated you?

We race ... all against time , forget life is time valued ...

Flushed, rushed  ,all to exhaustion, to the the rainbow over the horizon , 

Masters stroke , remote , they ignore, the path littered by gasps of death,

Lost land of souls, we still crawl, unto our death , all lost time  just  yours and mine ,

Not so to our  remote masters , theirs is numbers, wealth, power...

Our lives lay  there crumbled to a heap , a heap of humanity wasted,

 For all just  a pawn to their goal and we all die in a heap,

Our loves, souls, pains all , all just discards before the mighty rules and numbers,

Our worth  equates to nothing before the big and powerful, those remote masters...

(by PC3 -06/17/2021)

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern day work, a view

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern day work, a view: The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh, Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master , Work...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...: To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget.... The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead, They lay wreath at the setti...

Remembering...

To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget....

The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead,

They lay wreath at the setting sun, their wings carry our prayers 

Grief lies before us, in cruelties before my time... 

When tears  dried before they ever could flow ,

Bewildered souls tried to make sense of days, of life...

I try to , but fail to grasp , of the cold hearts , of  mans stone souls;

Of what was , of Sho'ah, of  sorrow that  can't be held , a sorrow  so deep...

My prayers , that's all I have ,  in my heart...

(-poem  by PC3 dated 01/27/2021)

   

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day: Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day, An owl hoots  and another replies , Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perc...

The Day

Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day,

An owl hoots  and another replies ,

Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perch ,

Their wings brush the air, caress the south wind ,

Hope, of warmth and  hope itself- is destined

Today the sun dances, branches shiver briefly ; 

Theirs a hope for the spring , the warmth;

My heart aflutter  to promises of  the day , and  our tomorrows

Birdsong - prayers to hope , perchance  signal to our love aflame ,

On walks ,ours a gladness, joy  in opened hearts  ,

Hikes,  a prayer to the universe ,soon to kiss, masks set down , 

Shared love  has  quietly grown, blessings set by the universe, 

Our destiny , entwined in the stars, 

The days await for love and hope , it quietly beckons ...

 by pc-3(01/17/20)

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...: There, stare hard, into a morning... There, the sun still rises, but where?  Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;  Then...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

A ruling

 Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you , 

Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted,

To give a right to defile , God's own temple?

Who indeed to get numbers up  , then again for whom ?

For Satan or at Heaven's gate ?, or Both ??

All  fools run to pack the brick temples ,

To lay bare soul's temples ,to be ravaged , for corona ?

Dare you now in the dark of power , blindly purport

Sacredness , light and God... all gods just names , yet...

You  did the death knell to sense,

Bodies lay here  heaped ,past all effort to get a breath  in ,

Suffering- all in 'God's name'?...oh dear God have mercy ,

For them who unleashed this misery , 

 

With the crosses and robes ,their weapons...

And us all , who suffer beneath that curse ,

Prayer for ND and Jenkins too,  lost they are in praise  to power they bow,

Blinded to light  and sans sense or compassion ,

Money changers of today , they all defile humanity...

(poem by pc-3 ,11/26/20)

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....: I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives m...

Today is US,then ....

I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives me fear, i wish not to know the day after tomorrow , if our today is  now and my own poem scares me ...
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Today

I fear to see what lay thither, past the  shadows ,
Where has the sun's warmth hied to,
Gone is the morning 's bright, though the east still lights the grey,
If we just  could lift  our sealed  eyes ,shut eyes to see,
The dew has died with life ,the grass just shredded plastics,
Rain is but parched moments,clouds all but lost souls,
The oceans blue,clear to  their depths,vacuous,
Yet no place in a universe for the pain, for the lost...
It is not yet the days close ,time slowly drips,
Our today is but a crowd of  nows, time drips its moments on today ....

Poem by Pc--3 (06/04/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: Yesterday I dreamt of the coming of spring, Birds singing in the trees, And flowers dancing in the sun;      Today, I wake, and go to wo...

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms): Another poem that seems too close to the present ................                                            ................ Oh undigni...

Twerp (They come in many forms)

Another poem that seems too close to the present
................                                            ................

Oh undignified twerp of yesterday,
On the short air train ride, how did your day go?
I signify you, for a short blerb,
Did you feel too important,
As you huffed and swiped the crumb of paper,
Some one's reminder , left , lost to the heaps ,
To trash is its future, laid waste , a reminder , perhaps
Of a delta flight taken, a piece  to board and seat,
Weary traveler long gone, his reminder left,
Yet you swiped it at me ,
Your  entitled huff says it all ....
In your head disdain , you see an immigrant,
In it you see Black or Hispanic,none else blind as you are
You can't even read people or know countries,
Limited , almost dumb, is how I see you .
Yet you see not, nor look ...
Your whiteness  you forget is just a few genes coding ,
Melanine  it seems , you go back to serve and greet,
Again a few passengers on yet another flight...
A captain you are not , not even a supervisor ....
Did you see the Korean couple snicker at your haughty ways?
Guess not ... too important in a small swelling in your brain,
You do not see, just resent  and fume,
Swelling of entitled self, with not even ample  melanine  in you...
Oh you insignificant twerp , with stripe of cabin crew ,
Donned just in your epidermis, you seethe every day, oh you twerp...

( poem by Pc-3, 10/21/18)

addendum
Oh insignificant twerps, what you donn differ, the insides all stay
Your swelled brain can't heed , the call to compassion,
No , the lack can never gain, lacks all, all around you,
Lack in melanine, lack in humanity,lack of all that is worth of soul,
With no soul  you are no human, you breathe just hate,
With no soul, no sight ...life wasted in shape of human , oh twerps,
God weeps  again for just the leaves and the wind hears it ,
With our sighs and tears the wind bears it all....
(poem by Pc-3, 05/30/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...: An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times . My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suff...

In the present times ...

An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times .
My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suffer, sick and the dying and those who care for them ...
In times when compassion seems to be  lost in the face of greed , it is hard to not go back  to past thoughts and to review life's many  events and what shaped us through time .
Hence i am re-posting this



Ebola on our shores

One of the books I read as a child had a title akin to" myths and legends of the land". There is a story in the book about small pox- about goddess small pox; an angry narcissistic demanding goddess,(almost like the NRA) especially wrath-ful if she is not venerated enough... So she throws her deadly garland from the sky to fall on the rational nonbeliever who repents in his delirium , is how I think the story went, or could be  how I read it...
When I first saw the picture of the Ebola virus, I thought of the garland, the deadly garland., I guess the difference being whether a DNA virus or an RNA virus.
Now that the garland has fallen to us, I wonder how it is going to evolve.
There are a few scenarios that play in my mind. In the ideal world scenario, every person has a conscience and is compassionate to others. So each contact self isolates , informs their doctor( who is competent and dedicated) , who then gets the systems(also well thought out and competent) and protocols moving, and all get treated well and equally, with dignity and care  despite their color , creed , gender or financial status. But this is America, not Utopia, so.... may be that explains gun toting guards  and not appropriate containment measures at the origination site.......
In our multi-layered communities and in the face of the stratified health care system , there is the need for a re-adjustment of conscience and care to contain this Ebola garland. In our health care system , a wonderfully nuanced  and mostly invisibly stratified one,  there are various ways this will all play out, even as the media ladles out its share of fear or misplaced security , with a dash of venom here and dash of disdain there...
The invisible and at times visible stratification of care is so great that, the ' who, where and what' matters the most- who is the patient,where are you at, what  is the extent of your knowledge in health matters, who decides for your care, who sitting at a phone or computer screen decides to approve or deny your care, who stands to gain(not health wise but  financially -of course) etc.
I have to say one is lucky if one has a competent team caring for you and the insurance god has mercy- that is where it all depends...
So when all is divyed up and the mistakes covered up, those that is not covered up exposed and executed in public by the media, the Ebola garland would have already gifted itself to many, some through sheer incompetence, but most through lack of compassionate care in this healthcare market, where the patient is always the forgotten one (or in this case the targeted one)... May be , just may be, this will make the health system to correct itself, may be this will awken the compassion, 'the do no harm' tenet - oh just a 'may be' that I dream for ,watching waste of resources poured into the wrong end of things every day in the  health care land...ah  the 'may be's....

SPRKS IN CSF: Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise)

SPRKS IN CSF: Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise): This seems  once again more relevant today than a while back (many years ago), when it was written, after a walk.  The coral reefs are dy...

Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise)

This seems  once again more relevant today than a while back (many years ago, may be 2010 or so), when it was written, after a walk.

 The coral reefs are dying at a higher rate, and the death of nature continues. The most destructive species-humans. Being the greatest pest of the present, are we gearing for our wipe-out as a species. very likely...or is it.. definitely- very likely..........
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Even as the drips of rain splatter,
Taking me yet again to a land,lost and gone,
Alive in my mind, ever so briefly,
Drops splatter there on fallen leaves,
   Coconut trees sway, shower the ground,
   As the wind spy on another humid morning,
   Drops fall and clink on a stained jack-fruit leaf,
   I lie there,watch the jack fruits, marvel and dream...
   Open doors, open air and quiet days,
   A childhood stored in memories...
Yet it comes un-announced,
Sweetness of  water on a hot , dusty day,
Mangoes falling with the rain storm,
Dropped in their juicy ripeness,
Sweetness on my tongue, the pureness of joy,
Un-hurried life, now gone, never to return,
   Thus I pray, nature take over please...
   Even at a morn's walk, scrape the rubber soles,
   Forgotten , the milky sap and all before,
   All felled trees , dead to grow soured sap,
   Axed to all future diverse flora's hope,
Even as I sip my share of BPA, exhale to exhaust,
Harried run to a volume practice, hurried minds forget,
Of all unhurried days stored away,
Of nature lost , forgotten long, all losses
Endangered lists,dismissed,discussed into oblivion
Yet I still pray, nature , take over please...
For my efforts are borne to the wind,
I wearily pray, lost, hopeless,in dismay;'Nature take over please'...
(looks like nature is trying a little, may be nature is doing its work naturally)
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SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety: Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution, Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety: Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution, Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

anxiety

Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution,
Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia

SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia: Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth , Your sensors have sensed it and to  feed you go,  With all those who cra...

Oh pycnopodia

Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth ,
Your sensors have sensed it and to  feed you go,
 With all those who crave such a carcass, gluttons all...
Akin to  a giant octopus , for long we nurtured the so called democracy,
But our efforts  in vain, for long before us the reef had died,
All was just  vain hopes for conscience and  honor , for none lives ,
Just wisps of decay that flickered , in its ghostly glow ,
Of a long dead democracy , of a death of hope and of truths,
To the dead oceans , our personal truths too go to die , with us,
With our futures, present,past ;history too, all forgotten,
All laid to rest , for life cannot sustain in such toxic  soup....

(poem by - pc3 -  01/31/2020)

Oh Death

As I soared on the wings of a dream above the clouds , the phone call shocked me awake. I woke saying to myself" you cant die, I have to see you again" I stumbled at the hand set and heard the news, that my mother had died..
Then came the funeral, where she looked just as if she is sleeping and with insistence of my voice , i hoped I could wake her past the 90 yrs of living she did.
I came back after the funeral, still with the thought , that I will see her next time i visited.
The next week was all the talks of the big floods, so I could ignore the reality of a parents death. A week later Kofi Annan died , and it brought death to life  for me again . So I mused, looks like you get to hang out with kofi Annan on the other side to my mothers picture .
Another ten days and during work , my collegue got a call that his mother passed away- she was 96.
It seemed unfair that he got his mother for 6 yrs more than me .
work and a busy schedule helped me to push it farther into the corners where my reality stayed covered under this veiled tiredness.
Then senator Mccain died.
It is all unfair .This has brought it full force into my reality realm .Why cant everyone who can guide you with their integrity stay alive and well for ever . I have so many questions to ask my mom, so much life advise i need from her on many things, on how to navigate life's dilemmas.
Now I am supposed to take charge to answer questions of conscience to myself and to my children and to others.
All these people that I respected, valued and learned from, are now gone . Now my mother can hang out with kindred souls on the other side ...Opinionated as she was, she  taught us that respect for another person matters, and that the most important part for a person  is to be true to your conscience 

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....: A lex   Trebek , the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday,...

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit):  Hikkomori, I say is how  to be....now Yet breathe I do, Hence despite the shrink-films of now, Breathe I do... indeed I do So the  now...

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit):  Hikkomori, I say is how  to be....now Yet breathe I do, Hence despite the shrink-films of now, Breathe I do... indeed I do So the  now...

Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)

 Hikkomori, I say is how  to be....now
Yet breathe I do,
Hence despite the shrink-films of now,
Breathe I do... indeed I do
So the  now may need to shrink unto itself, until it explodes ,
Thus , hikkomori,  I may not be, I need not be ,I be never so ....

(poem by -pc3-Nov ,15,2019)

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...

In the coming days...

Somewhere far , in the coming days ,
Talks of some report is astir,
The mouse ran up the clock,
Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck,
Announce the time ,it must ...
Shifting sands in the Sahara and Gobi moves,
Unrelated , here Muller moves ; on goes the day,
Slow , slow , slow yet... crows the sun...
As it rise for its slow move ,all just a perception of day,
Yet in a fantasy in the arctic, the polar bear and the seals hope,
That the ice stays as a real block, so they can  too...
Elsewhere plans to shift news is astir,
Just so ,what's a tiny satellite, if not for friends, eh...
 New ruses, to a muses' shift ,so shift the sands and ice ,
The mouse ran down the clock, search for its burrow, it must...

(a poem by -pc3,march 2019)

SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings

SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings: I feel unmoored, sad and shocked , For  a Giant  who shone the light ,held it up standing tall His words gave me hope for this country, a...

Elijah Cummings

I feel unmoored, sad and shocked ,
For  a Giant  who shone the light ,held it up standing tall
His words gave me hope for this country, and hence the world ,
Now that light  falters , none to hold it,rise so in  stature,
None to fill in , None to loudly call to the light, the  way,
I sigh, feel the weight of a mantle of lost hope ,
The envelope we all feel ,is darkness pressing down,
For the keeper of light is gone to his eternal sleep,
His voice just a memory,  we sigh,hopes to still trudge on ,
On the right path, we  plod on;
These days we need you more...
 Carry your voice within , stay in hope always .

(poem by PC3, 10/17/2019) 

SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs

SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs: The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall, At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze , Then to hug the ground and ...

Ode to monarchs

The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall,
At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze ,
Then to hug the ground and lay, blanket for the roots ;
Stay  awhile oh sunshine,oh stay to warm our hearts,
The Monarchs have had their vote
All to soar with the wind and blow south they must,
Warmth of  old times ,  just a memory in our hearts ...
To us all left in these cold times,we dream of the warm sun,
   Team up  and fly they must,
   Just as all monarchs new and old ,
   Flock to their shores , they must,
   Force of their selves remain,unto their own they be true
  Care for their selves, just so, unto them their prime goal
  Come spring , hope awakens ,past the freeze to our souls,
  Hopeful we search , for the greening of branches,
  Hope for the sun , that stood the test of time,we all hope again...
(poem by pc 3 - 10/06/19)
   

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....: A lex   Trebek , the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday,...

Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....

Alex Trebek, the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday, Mr Trebek, 78, says he has been…Trebek has hosted Jeopardy since 1984.....

The news was shocking to me. Some how I never expected our  dear  jeopordy host to ever become sick, least of all sick with one  with the gravest prognosis of all... But hope is what my life is built on,hope with a generous helping of faith intermixed with skepticism is how i picture the base layer of structural integrity that holds what I call 'my life' . Jeopardy played an integral part in my life- I want to thank Alex Trebek and jeopardy for giving me back life with the bits of identity that was left, rebuilding it to once again a me that is me... my life that could have been lost , along with the loss of future for  another generation.As I held on to hope without knowing that it was hope , all those many years ago when an accidental meeting with a jeopardy clue sparked my life back into its own from the tattered and broken bits ...
Hope is hope , and so I hold tight as I navigate my day, with a tiny prayer and belief in miracles and hope for Alex Trebek to fight those invasive run amok cells , holding them all  in check.
That first clue's answer, coming out involuntarily like my own inspirational breath  moved a first step in my mind and unlocked a past where I had loved books, where words had joy and lightness was knowledge. That may have been just one of the many steps in a combination of complex steps that unbound my own mind held me hostage to the ravages of PTSD. Something clicked and the locks then started to unravel...To finally feel , to breathe, to be free to read, to freely think , to talk , all that took time and is still a slow path, but it does seem to go a bit faster despite periodic 'stuckness'.  These days when my children visit we are all loud with our answers, when I watch it alone, I am just happy, just with the sense of reward to myself ...the joy of that simple pleasure is its own reward. 
I do wish and hope the  treatments  will hold  those unruly cells (all of them)in check, and pray and hope with all our hearts for his health. I am hopeful of  the newer treatments coming out, fell they  hold  sparks of hope in them ...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...

SPRKS IN CSF: Happy new year

SPRKS IN CSF: Happy new year: How to wish a happy new year... Trumpet it forth,loud and oft, Past few tantrums,great biggest ever ones, Past hold tight to your tummy,...

Happy new year

How to wish a happy new year...
Trumpet it forth,loud and oft,
Past few tantrums,great biggest ever ones,
Past hold tight to your tummy,
Gaurded with folded arms to hold tightly thy grand tummy,
Tumble in further chaos, in style,
Further it with tinsel and tweets,
And gand old snow storms ,
Those which come in winters ,
Thus to dispel any climate change...
Or portend future warming,until next time,
In smog filled lands,
Twwets through ozone holes,
And a Happy fools New year to you too...
 (poem by pc3-12/20/18)

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo: "support the UN's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.".... 'Anon"- I had imagined it...

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo: "support the UN's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.".... 'Anon"- I had imagined it...

SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet

SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet: O little lamb, stay quiet just so; Not a peep, hold your bleat , a little while,oh do... The giant lumbers on the hills, A mantle of dus...

Quiet

O little lamb, stay quiet just so;
Not a peep, hold your bleat , a little while,oh do...
The giant lumbers on the hills,
A mantle of dust his cloak,
His food your tongues...
Do you hear the mute flock,
The thunder of their small hooves,
O dear little lamb ,quiet now,
So you can, when the air is free...
Some day, oh some day you bleats..
Yonder on the hills ,eyes of the hawk,
The giant thumps - not thunder,
The earth quakes, muffled, "no air here"
On the dunes, on the jebels,
Settles the bone dust  of the shamaals ,
For the cold wind swirls in the hot breath,
The giants' breath, icicles at the edges,
Taste of tongues held like swirls of fog,
Oh little lamb, quiet your heart,yet listen;
Not in fear,but aware,and still,
The giant too moves quiet...

(poem by Pc-3, 10/24/18)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp: Oh undignified twerp of yesterday, On the short air train ride, how did your day go? I signify you, for a short blerb, Did you feel too ...

SPRKS IN CSF: hope

SPRKS IN CSF: hope: The 2018 Nobel Peace Prize has gone to campaigners against rape in warfare, Nadia Murad and Denis Mukwege The winners announced in the...

hope

The 2018 Nobel Peace Prize has gone to campaigners against rape in warfare, Nadia Murad and Denis Mukwege

The winners announced in the Norwegian capital Oslo on Friday won the award for their "efforts to end the use of sexual violence as a weapon of war",

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Hence there is hope for those who value the presence of conscience in the humans, at least for a moment...

May be  change in  the right direction could happen, in this world, even as each depraved act is minim in the wake of  the next appalling one ......

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...: The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who present...