Category Archives: Death

Far Eastern Teachings I

You shall all have eternal life, like it or not. – Swami Vaporananda

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Rebuttal

“So you believe in reincarnation? – What if you’re wrong?” “It won’t matter. I’ll only find out when I’m dead.” – Niebla

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The tip of the anthill

(thinking of Srebrenica and two late 20th century monsters – Karadžić and Mladić) The worst are always at the tip but the tip is nothing without the masses below the faithful and fanatic executioners reaching down into the ugly subterranean subconscious … Continue reading

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A calvary variation

A calvary variation, by Johannes Beilharz Digitally modified version of a photo taken near Divino Amore, Lazio, Italy.

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The blood haiku

Wars run in blood down palace walls, in blood do wars run down palace walls. – Niebla (© 2013) Written for blood at Haiku Heights. A rather somber one inspired by William Blake’s poem London and by the thought that … Continue reading

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Somewhere

Somewhere there’s got to be an end to it, this Allah says and this Jehovah says and this scripture says and therefore I am right and you are wrong and I eat the right things and you eat the wrong … Continue reading

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August 1914

Hot, hot summer, dry golden fields of wheat, harvested Hot, hot summer, thunder of a thousand boots on dry golden fields of wheat Fire and death on scorched fields of wheat, blood harvest – Niebla (© 2011) Written and posted … Continue reading

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Prisoner no. 9

“Every day is an opportunity!” “Padre, why are you telling me this?” “Every day is an opportunity for everyone.” “So what do you want me to do? Flutter out of here? Spread my wings?” “Even the caged bird sings.” – … Continue reading

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To them out there …

To those gloating outside her cell, it looked like she had accepted her cruel fate, eyes demurely downcast and all. They did not know about those lumpy things on the tray, and that very special liquid in the jug. Lancelot … Continue reading

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The end of a flight

It felt like a sanctity – the sanctity of this previously untouched space in yellow rock and sparse forest – had been desecrated. Continue reading

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