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WordPress Discover Challenge:


The Things We Leave Behind

the things we leave behind

are literal interpretations

of footshadows in the gravel  of  time

(hwag ka magalit sa aking rhyme

with apologies for the rhyme)

  not like:

 “…from the dark secluded valleys
i heard the ancient sighs of sadness
every step  i  thought of you
every   footstep   only   you

every star a grain of sand 



The leavings of a dried up ocean

Photo by Jan Lester Z. Lambino
Photo by Jan Lester Z. Lambino at age 11

(dried up ocean ba yan)

Tell me,

how much longer?


How much longer?”

                                 – Sting

Happy free day!

May you never be anyone’s slave

(or anything’s slave),

and have as many free days

and holy days as you can.

“Harvest Hymn

Mens Voices:

“Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,

Bright and munificent lord of the morn!

Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,

Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.

We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,

The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;

O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,

We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.

(Modified warrior pose: retain the squared hips, retain the torso at 90 degrees, retain the lunge at 90 degrees, or lunge as close to the earth1OdetotheLight as you can till you make  zero degrees (parallel to the surface) with the thigh, 90 degrees with the leg,  and stretch arms straight, then modify by  tilting the arms  45 degrees palms facing the sky – like… asking for more sun or a little rain – or coaxing someone to get off their pedestal)


“Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,

Great and beneficent lord of the main!

Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows,

Thine is the mercy that fostered our grain.

We bring thee our thanks and our garlands for tribute,

The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;

O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,

We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.


Womens Voices:


”Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,

Sweet and omnipotent mother, O Earth!

Thine is the plentiful bosom that feeds us,

Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.

We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,

With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;

O source of our manifold gladness, we hail thee,

We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.


All Voices:


“Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,

Father eternal, ineffable Om!

Thou art the Seed and the Scythe of our harvests,

Thou art our Hands and our Heart and our Home.

We bring thee our lives and our labours for tribute,

Grant us thy succour, thy counsel, thy care.

O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee,

We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer

–          Sarojini Naidu