Photo: Ko te Ao ko to maatau faea

 

The Universe is our mother and our father.

We are children of the stars.

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Photo: He maha na reo

 

There are many languages.

There is one family.

The Earth is our house.

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108,000 Visits, Many Languages, and Multiple Dimensions

The night before last, while I was visiting on the Astral in the early morning hours, the number of visits to this blog passed 108,000. Now 108, the product of 9 and 12, is a sacred number, and a perfect number. We must not, therefore, allow this milestone to pass by unnoticed.

The content of this blog still includes poetry, prose writing, and photography, in varying proportions. A new trend, though, is the combining of short poetry and other similarly laconic writing with photographs. I like this trend, because in it a tighter connection is formed between text and image, raising both to a higher level.

I continue to use Udugi as a personal auxiliary language, one that is also, when written in the Sequoia syllabary, highly decorative. Lately, though, I have a hankering for yet another linguistic option. Should I achieve it, you will see it here.

Hint: It will involve Eastern Polynesian vocabulary combined with a simplified grammar, all chosen with a view to wide mutual intelligibility. Sound exciting? To me it does, and it will satisfy a past-life yearning. Let me know if you are interested in collaborating

As always, I thank you all for your continued interest and enthusiasm.

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Photo: The Third-eye View

 

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There Are Ghosts In My Grandmother's House

 There are ghosts in my grandmother's house.

We can meet them, though not in the body.

My grandmother now is younger and more feminine.

She doesn't need the home that was 

the eye of the cyclone,

the one point of stability

in my chaotic childhood.

There are ghosts in my grandmother's house,

and they are all alive.

My grandmother is still a poet,

and an Irish patriot.

She needs no country,

she needs no house,

but we still

need her.

There are ghosts in my grandmother's house,

and they come to mine.

Text Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.

Neither Time Nor Space / ᎥᏝᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎠᎴ ᎤᏜᏅᏛ

ᎥᏝᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᎢᎪᎯᏓ ᎠᎴ ᎤᏜᏅᏛ

ᏰᎵᏆᏎ ᎠᏎᎸᎯ ᎠᏴ.

ᎠᏯ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎦᏙ-ᎤᏍᏗ ᎨᏒᎢᏎ

ᎠᎴ ᎨᏒᎣᏎ.

ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎯᎠ ᎠᎪᏩᏛᏗ;

ᎠᏯ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏓᏅᎦᎸᏓ ᎠᏕᎶᎰᏍᎪ.

vtlaiyusdi igohida ale udlanvdv

yeliquase aselvhi ayv.

aya gesvase gado-usdi gesvise

ale gesvose.

aya tla gesvase hia agowadvdi;

aya gesvase udanvgalvda adelohosgo.

[This is a revision of a poem published as Gymnós X on March 30 2018, with a new illustration to match its new conclusion.]

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We Are Consciousness / ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏕᎶᎰᏍᎪ

 

Text and image Copyright © 2021 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler, ꮨᏺꭽꮅ.