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Friday
Aug172018

Diamond Sutra

“So you should view this fleeting world –

A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,

A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,

A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.”

– Diamond Sutra

Nepal

Tuesday
Aug142018

The Language Company

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Language Company

By Timothy M. Leonard

A Gonzo work encompassing journalism, creative nonfiction and active imagination.

TLC evolved from living and teaching English in China, Turkey, Indonesia, Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia.

Unpleasant facts like landmines, educational dystopias, and social conditioning are illuminated.

Humor and Satire meet Curiosity and Courage.

$2.99
**Free On Kindle Unlimited!**

 

The Language Company

 

Sunday
Aug122018

Courage

On his final day in Ankara he shared a Chinese calligraphy poem with adult students.

It was a Qing dynasty gift from primary students in a rural Sichuan school. This visual simplicity symbolized impermanence.

Bright beautiful elementary children in a radiant universe wearing Young Chinese Communist Pioneer red scarves around well-scrubbed necks sitting upright at colorful plastic desks raised hands when he asked questions yelling, “Let me try, let me try!”

Young brave students had the courage to say this.

Older students at a Chinese middle school, Chinese university and at TLC were aged, silenced and dumbed down through tyranny, fear and oppressive parental and educational brainwashed ideological structural systems.

Shame married Guilt, producing twins. The more the merrier.

Adults had lost their instinctual curiosity, humor and enthusiasm. Only primary kids had the courage to say, “Let me try, let me try.”

Their beautiful pictographic black ink calligraphy read, “One day a man climbed into the mountains and reached a hut. He met some children.”

“Where is the teacher?” he said.

“They pointed up the mountain covered by clouds. ‘He is not here, he’s gone into the mountains to look for herbs.’”

He folded the poem creasing Chinese ideograms where latitudes and longitudes met horizons.

His linguistic healing efforts departed Ankara with Bamboo.

The Language Company

 

China

Wednesday
Aug082018

Floating

massage girls
wait with white sheets on brown tables
under red umbrellas
resting on golden sand

cuticle management women
tread sand looking for needy nails

lost fat Russians slather on UV 30+
staring inland at backpackers

young eyes down on phone fingers
TEXT ME lonely baby of my heart and soul

mind rapture

a lone swimmer backstrokes
in calm blue green water

a small boat engine hums
toward a green forested is-land

floating away
on the surface of reality

in a dream bubble
laughing in the divine comedy

Thursday
Aug022018

River

A river sang

Please don't push me
You can't push me

You can't step in me twice
You can try
Everyone fails

I am from the source
Consider my source

When you drink me

Tibetan clouds obscure granite peaks
Climb high

Humans carry a short life on their back
Women wear love's labor
Feeling a child's warmth behind them
Harvest

Heartbeats mingle

Possibilities and potentials

Dreaming their long walk through jungles forests along a river

Be a river
Below the surface of appearances

Crescent yellow moon
Reflects hello dream

Dance on my surface
I am a mirror

Beauty before me
Beauty behind me
Beauty to my left
Beauty to my right
Beauty below me
Beauty above me

I am wide deep
I flow forever
No beginning no end

Are your needs being met
Mountain asked River

In the stream of life
Flow