Category: The Arts

  • A Message from Tsering Paldron

    The wake-up call

  • Coronahaiku Sequence

        wiping handles & surfaces to protect myself from myself * * * a pair of magpies a pair of collared doves in separate trees * * * empty city street they walk hand in gloved hand two young men * * * daffodils pulled up by kids in the local park – I…

  • Camera Machete: Rwanda 2006

    The church at Nyamata is now a Rwandan Genocide Memorial, commemorating the deaths of the 50,000 people laid to rest in its grounds. Tinder dry, the marram road uncoils, clings to his skin, stains his hands red. He walks through swarm dust clouds to Nyamata, where a church lies flat, symmetrical, its geometry exact. The…

  • A Prayer Poem for You

        SOUL BLOSSOM A Life Enrichment Journal In the sky of my soul, there is a blossoming… APRIL 12, 2020 A PRAYER POEM FOR YOU Hope is an heirloom passed down the generations of souls in morning / mourning. A treasure shared between those on the simultaneous shores of pain and paradise. Hope whispers…

  • Fear

      Toronto Canada Fear What is fear? Fear can be many different things You may be worried of what comes in the future Scared of something in the present  Or haunted by something from your past When you are faced with fear what do you do  Do they Fight or flight Do they Panic or…

  • Here’s the Thing About Fear

        JAIYA JOHN BIOGRAPHY. Dr. Jaiya John was born into foster care in New Mexico, and is an internationally recognized freedom worker, author, speaker, poet, and youth mentor. Jaiya is the founder of Soul Water Rising, a global rehumanizing mission that has donated thousands of Jaiya’s books in support of social healing, and offers…

  • Rhymes and Ramblings, March 1st 2020, St David’s Day

    I felt the sun’s ‘warm touch’ on my left shoulder Outside, whilst working…was a bonus now I’m older! It served to remind me of jewels, still to unfold, The longer days, the relief from the cold… And, yet, daffodils nodded their yellow ‘Hello’ Mauve crocuses nestled beneath branches below. I beamed, as I walked on…

  • Photographs by Yeshe Dorje

    I can’t remember where in India I took this photograph of the butterfly. I was in a photographic shop in Agartala, the capital city of Tripura state in North East India and saw a photo on the wall which was uncannily similar to this one. When I was checking my photo against the one on…

  • The Cloud Appreciation Society: Photos

    The following photos were published on The Cloud Appreciation Society web pages.  Their intention is to promote the value of clouds in our lives and to make us aware of the infinite variety of forms in which they appear in the sky.  For a more concise description of the value of clouds, see their Manifesto.…

  • INDIA TODAY CONCLAVE 2019: YUVAL NOAH HARARI ON MEDITATION

    Reality Suffering and Consciousness.

  • U3A PHOTOS

    The following photos were taken by members of Photography 4 of University of the Third Age, Edinburgh. Every month the members decide on a subject and submit a few photographs on dropbox followed by a viewing in a local library.  Our group leader, Geoff Gardner, encourages us to comment on the pros and cons of…

  • MORNING SONG by BERNIE HARTLEY

    PLAY Morning Song by Bernie Hartley Morning light come touch my hand and wake me soft and gentle with your one command and lift me in the morning with a smile and song   River flow come wash my sins and make me whole again on your swirling stones and lift me in the night…

  • CLAIR de LUNE PLAYED BY STEVAN PESARO

  • PAULA PROENCA

    Paula Proenca on the roof of Casa da Torre, Soutelo, Vila Verde, Portugal.  Photos:  A Harris  

  • BETWEEN TWO UNKNOWNS by Ianthe

    Slooped from the slow hiss, Bombadee, bomp, Slip, shine, whine and chuckle. Tinkle, rattle, buzz and winkle, Slurp, burp, fart and stomp, With xylophone and whoopee whistle. …………………………………….. Emerging, raging, Question, riddle, Dance and rhythm, Snake and wriggle, Dodge and mark, hark and fumble, Into life’s loud world we rumble. ………………………………….. Stamping, marching,  Drums and…

  • MORNING PRACTICE

    Morning Practice (for Dónal C.) The leaves: I’m sweeping them but still they fall upon the steps and all along the path – I wonder if I’ll reach the boundary wall. The storm last night increased my brush’s haul, though for this rain they will say dhanyavaad, I’m sweeping up the leaves and still they fall. How…

  • MEMORIES

      MEMORIES [LEST WE FORGET] At night when all the house is still, I sometimes take my favourite briar, And one last pipe ere bedtime fill, Then fall to dreaming by the fire. The cosy room, the easy-chair Are left a hundred leagues behind, I’m with the old battalion where The cobbled roads of Flanders…