I once dreamed of dreams
Traveling the cities
with stories from the past
to the present in all spades
by the seas thru the waves;
Now all plucker in the mirage
reflected in the mind windows
as the streams of time flow
letting them go now and never.
Tag: Nature
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Pucker
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Afterwards
The haze of the great fires
lingers beneath the evening sun
in soft sunshine shadows;
Every shadow sheds tears
on the dust of the memories
Windswept in allwhither.P.S.: Today, during the mass, the priest said some parishioners lost their homes due to the Great Fire this week and could not attend the mass. Presumably, they should live in Pasadena, about 15 minutes from where I live in the heart of Los Angeles, CA. It reminded me of the Great Fire of London (09/02/1666 to 09/06/1666), which was said to result from a fire in a bakery in the city. I have never seen anything to that effect in my life. I can still smell the burning, and the ashes from the fires scatter around the city. I hope those affected by the fires will have the care and help they need promptly and effectively.
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Cat who thinks himself
Toro thinks My cat thinks
Not that he is a cat.
But hey! Who knows?
He is a human who never
got to see the sun of life
but returned from the other
Not drinking from the Lethe
wearing a cat-skin in tabby
to live with his family, poor
but rich with love and care.
The cat knows the secrets
of life and the life beyond,
and this universe he lives
he knows it’s one of many
he has seen in his cat’s eyes
he has traveled in paws.
No wonder he is so beautiful.
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prompt 212 – fish out of water
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Hopeful when alone When I read the story of the stranded Beluga whale who died in France’s Seine River in 2022, I felt like my spirit was in communion with hers because I could feel what she might have felt—what was once hopeful turned into disappointment and loneliness.
No one knew what caused her to separate from her pod and end up in the river, but I think she wanted to see the world herself, with the images of kind humans she had once seen on the ocean in her memory. So she came to our world full of expectations for welcoming faces and smiles, but instead, she found herself in a murky gray urban river that made her loneliness more conspicuous, more incongruent.
Likewise, that’s how I feel when I find myself surrounded by crowds that make my presence awkwardly conspicuous, shielded by an invisible wall of willing ignorance.
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Prompt 46
What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
On the top of the world My favorite physical exercise is hiking on the top of the hill, and I love looking at the world down under and the skies high above, to which I feel closer with a touch of my hand.
The pleasure is watching the wind from faraway seas herd a flock of clouds like a celestial shepherd. And an eagle breasting the never-ending abundance of air follows a trail of the Sun Chariot to return to the castle east of the sun, west of the moon.
The delight is listening to the sussurs of the trees. It’s the wind speaking through the leaves, carrying the messages from my guardian angel I long to hear.
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Tabby Toro
Of all the cats that alone walked
There’s none like Tabby Toro;
He is the sweet of my heart
And he likes to sleep at my feet.
There’s no cat in the world
is half so sweet as Tabby Toro;
He is the sweet of my heart
And he likes to sleep at my feet.The soft furs are like a great fluffy pillow
his little heart pounding at my feet
with the brilliant eyes riveting billow
bright sparkles of emerald secret
he keeps from the faraway star
where he was once a little prince;
He is the sweet of my heart
And he likes to sleep at my feet.My mother tells me all the time
that I love Tabby Toro too much,
And, but for him, silent I am
Smiling at the taunts and sighs such;
But pity not, for I am fine as long as
I feel the little heart at my feet,
And I know there’s Tabby Toro
He is the sweet of my heart
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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