Posted in God, History, Lyrics, Music, Mystery, Poetry, Syncretism, Words, World, tagged Buffy Sainte-Marie, communication, God, space travel, telephone, wireless, wonder on May 10, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I’m going to let Buffy Sainte-Marie speak on the topic of telephone – because this song is what came to my mind first when I read Sunday Scribblings‘ invitation …
Moonshot
Off into outer space you go my friends
we wish you bon voyage
and when you get there we will welcome you again
and still you’ll wonder at it [...]
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Posted in Art, God, History, Jesus, Mystery, Mysticism, Religion, World, tagged Christ, da Vinci, Dan Brown, doors, last supper, Leonardo, Mary Magdalene on May 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Not the da Vinci original but a copy from the protestant church in Haigerloch, southern Germany. The person to the left of Christ is clearly a woman. This painting is older than Dan Brown’s The da Vinci code but would lend itself very well to Brown’s interpretation.
And the door in the back, where does it [...]
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Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Poetry, World, tagged Earth, future, gearbox, globalization, in mesh, in sync on April 27, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The future of the planet
is rewriting itself
continually
through trillions
of forces acting
on it – in or out of
mesh and more or less
in and out of sync
– Niebla
Written for Sunday Scribblings #108 – the future of the planet.
Note
I feel that we are inevitably drifting – being driven, driving ourselves – towards more mesh and sync, as painful as [...]
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Posted in Art, Death, History, Life, Literature, Poetry, World, tagged civil war, ethnic cleansing, ground, hallowed, Yugoslavia on April 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
The brown houses
up on the hill,
tower-like,
where the big
families lived,
still forbidding
in detonated
scowl, their will
to ignore now
relegated to un-
inhabited rubble
in ultimate irony –
now they can
no longer pretend,
as they used to,
that further down,
in the ground,
by the big old
grey tree, did not
rot the bodies of
those brought here
and killed for
ethnic cleansing,
as they were
laid bare by
the spring flood.
– Niebla ( © [...]
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Posted in History, Humor, Imagination, Language, Life, Literature, Mystery, Words, World, tagged 3WW, Helena, Homer, Iliad, mysterious, parallel, Paris on April 2, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Helena walked with a mysterious bounce of her well-padded rear. The only difference between this story and its classic parallel was that there was no Paris around to watch…
– Niebla
This contemporary short rendering of the attraction that may have resulted in the Iliad shows how the whole tragedy of Troy could have been avoided.
Written to [...]
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Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Mystery, Surrealism, Words, World, tagged deja vu, dream, evasion, flash fiction, surreal on March 21, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I know I’ve been there, but when and where?
Tanks are rolling across a much too narrow old bridge, pieces of concrete are dropping into the river, also round pieces of dried moss. The greyed wooden railing fractures. Somewhere near the Dinarian border.
In another country, in another time a dune, and hidden behind this dune figures [...]
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Posted in Atlantis, Death, History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Words, World, tagged Akasha, Atlantean, Atlantis, esoteric, travel on January 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
They were from the Green-and-Ochre tribe, a family of six – father, mother, three sons and daughter – traveling across half the continent to see relatives who had moved to the Red Lands. Their airship was slowly making its way through the thick misty air about 50 feet above ground when it suddenly hit a [...]
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He’d appreciate the sun for the sun
And the cold for the cold,
Putting on a cardigan without fuss
He’d get into his jalopy
(As windy as a flying carpet)
And surf the streets
Around Tübingen,
Creeping up on the Jura
In first gear,
Getting out on a chalk plateau
And walk, walk, walk,
One with the ghosts
From time immemorial
When the plain
Was the bottom of a [...]
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Posted in History, Life, Literature, Poetry, Rabindranath Tagore, tagged beloved, longing, memory, Rabindranath, reincarnation, Tagore on April 3, 2007 | No Comments »
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There is a looker-on who sits behind my eyes. It seems he has seen
things in ages and worlds beyond memory’s shore, and those
forgotten sights glisten on the grass and shiver on the leaves. He
has seen under new veils the face of the one beloved, in twilight
hours of many a nameless star. Therefore his sky seems [...]
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Posted in Atlantis, Blabla, History, Imagination, Life, Mystery, Nature, tagged anthroposophy, Atlantean, Atlantis, fog, knowledge, mist, Rudolf Steiner, science, theosophy on March 22, 2007 | No Comments »
We are very much in constant fog.
Sometimes this veil is lifted for a glimpse of sun.
In such glimpses we get an inkling of our destination.
Other than that we grope through fog.
– Niebla
Afterthought
If we can trust in the visions of people like Rudolf Steiner, our Atlantean forefathers lived in physical mist. As we became heavier in [...]
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