Monday, May 14, 2018

Align


Maggie Q
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Align
Motive
with Design
モチベーションをデザインに合わせる
Mochibēshon o dezain ni awaseru
ps104

The unity of individuals into one band
is shown by the display of multi-colored sand.




The individual is poured into the sea of love
with distinct personality preserved by the transcendent dove.

No alien land in all the world has a stronger charm than this sea.
No other place in space asleep or awake could haunt me more than the 'we'
of our perceiving and believing in being. 

Years before the invention of the machine's cog,
long before pollution by industrial smog,
before the eight hour day, the car, the plane or the Harley hog,
the kid shepherd had come into the world with the obedient fidelity of a dog. 

Reflection waxed with courage in peripheral defense
as reason, beauty and leadership to atmosphere was lent.

The metaphysical movement of dreams among the leaves watched for wisdom. 
The words of the big talking heads were trapped in script with the vision of rhythm.
Tribal leaders were featured in sacred dances that mimicked the crane's algorithm.




Dances were spirits that advanced our chance in circumstance for living with business.
Kindness in the arrangement of the words written
evoked images in mind like birds bidden from the hidden to be bitten.

A frog sat on a log and croaked at the bog.
I'd been brought into being with the boom of the artillerial demagogue.

I tried to throw my shadow at the moon. 
My blood leapt with the wordless swoon.
 
I tried to teach my toes to listen to my tongue.
Dancing needs a master. I had none. 

What I had learned from playing with my toes
was extracted from the motion of the desert rose.
The stem for the flower looked like a stone.




Each of her veils held a secret promise.
No sweet perfume tortured me more than this.

She moved within the logic of my dreams.
Her fire burned with the softness of a stream.

The spirit of wild land solitude splashed my conscience
to retrieve the breath of flowers in aromatic drifts.

Pink, red, yellow, green or blue
blossoms, leaves and buds of youth,
showed the light weight softness of silk
how to fall to her ankle white like milk
as the smooth simple cloth that worms had built.

The wings of cranes were sheathed in silk sleeves
as dancers sang to make hearts believe.




Our youth will dance and sing
with the delight each May morning brings.

If these sights and sounds your mind may move
let your love be mine for power to prove.

The sun shone from on high.
Birds chirped from different places in the sky.
The sidewalk said a rainstorm had passed by.
Flowers had fallen down to lay where they were to lie and die.

The water slept
as vigilant reeds were bent
by the shrouded breeze that had been lent.

Mists rose over the river shown
as spirits that glowed with growth known
above ripples that moved slow as though on their own.

Puffball clouds with torn tufts were tossed like pillows
as they flaunted forth like a chevy on an air bent billow.

Heaven roystered roughcast whitewashed peccadillos
thronged over man or nature made arches
to tackle long lashes of lace or lance with shadow marches
over pool and garden patches to squander squeeze for parched marshes.

I've lived for ages
in tall tree places
devoid of sages.

Security was protection
I provided for detection
for any who made attack the selection.

Duck, duck had goosed the caboose.
You bent your neck until sound was loosed
and chase ensued.

Your soft shiny feathers floated on the emerald lake
as your red feet pushed the clear waves into a wake.
Drowsy palms swayed softly by the shore. 
Remote clouds floated like summits to be adored.

The balmy air went wherever it would go.
The Spring water flowed with sunlit glow.

The pulse of the waves pounded my ear.
Garlands on crags leaped in cascades beyond that which was near.

Other things left, but this abides. 
Other things changed, but this memory is mine.

There came a sound like the rush of violent wind.
It filled the place that we were standing in.

Tongues of fire appeared on each one.
We began to speak in the language of a foreign tongue.

A crowd gathered and was bewildered.
Each one understood in the speech that was familiar.

The wind was the Spirit of heaven and earth.
The bird sang straight in the crooked tree's birth. 

The flower showed the tree its worth.
River valleys were filled with the breeze.
Mountains and hills were caressed with ease. 

Pine trees and cypresses danced with the push.
A storm rolled in. The clouds darkened the bush.

Gusty bouts swirled into whirls.
The fiery anger of the sky scared little girls.

Lightning flashed. The earth was exposed before the toll.
The crack smacked the air with the force of a troll.
Thunder extolled waves with the rumble of a roll. 

The sound tore at the rocks, trees and masses.
It smote the calm of the ground, forests and grasses.

The deep waters of the dark pool were colored black like ink.
Belief in the dragon lived in thought for fear to drink.

Prosperity, disaster, rain, drought, pestilence and plague
were thought to be the dragon's doing...  with the vagueness of the hague.

Storm announced the dragon's presence. 
Prayers and gits were offered to the divine essence.

Paper was thrown madly like confettyed money through the air.
Flags waved wildly. Some flapping was tear impaired.

The dragon went with the storm. 
Cups and vessels were formally born.

The lurid turbid turmoil of air at last abated.
Turbulence spread abroad, sought empty places and dissipated.

The cool clear wind freed itself from rage.
It bent flowers and leaves with the breath of a sage. 

It lingered over the formerly fretted face of pond
to steal the soul of the hibiscus from its bond.

It shook the stillness of hanging curtains
as it passed into the room to relieve warmth's humid burden.

The fresh sweet breathe cured discomfort in disease.
It blew away the stupor of any kind and sharpened the bodily sense of ease.

Constancy is found in the stability of substance.
It lasts beyond the moment of utterance.

If I could just touch the essence of my face
I could fix the mess that had made me a disgrace.

Outside its like I'm someone else.
I check the fit to adjust my belt.

I look for the source of sound
from being in existence as it is found.

How wonderful are your works?
The meaning of life shouts or lurks.

Your works have been made with wisdom.
Your energy shines in the way a kid runs.

The earth is filled with signs of your design.
Reading signs is fine for minds of any kind.

There is the expanse of sea.
The world is so much larger than you or me.

There are living things too many to number.
Some move around even when we slumber.

There are creatures both small and great.
Purpose is the motive, whether they seem on time or late.

There move the ships.
Weight and shape prevent tips on trips.
Rips are caused by loose lips.

There is the whale that you made for the tale.
Range in depth protects them from any gale.

High on the electric pole
the wired technician works with wires to pole holds
as the cicada trolls for insect gold.

All look for providence in due season.
Purpose can be found with rhyme or reason.

You give.
They live.

They gather.
It matters.

You open.
Hope is emboldened.

They are filled.
Gratitude is willed.

You hide your face.
Things seem out of place.

You look at the earth and it trembles.
Buildings shake. Things disassemble.

You touch the mountains and they smoke.
When a volcano explodes, it's no joke.

Creatures are terrified.
Flight as a plan for action is clarified.

When you take away breath.
Fluids are not kept wet.

They dry.
Life dies.

We cry,
cry,
cry,
then sigh.

Matter changes form.
Willed movement is no longer the norm.

Soul and spirit return to the Divine.
Consciousness retains a place in mind.

You are the source of life.
We can rise above the strife.

You send forth your Spirit.
Silence speaks though it is hard to hear it.

They are created.
We are related.

You renew the face of the earth.
Life is renewed in the miracle of birth.

May your glory endure
for what is sure about the cure.

May the faithful rejoice in your work.
Joy is healthy though some are urked.

I will sing praise as long as I live.
My joy is mine to give.

I will raise praise while I am alive.
Happiness thrives when love is tried.

May these words of mine be pleasing to you.
Please, rejoice in the Divine Light of Being that's true.




ps104:25+

Yonder is the sea, great and wide,
   creeping things innumerable are there,
   living things both small and great.
26 There go the ships,
   and Leviathan that you formed to sport in it.
27 These all look to you
   to give them their food in due season;
28 when you give to them, they gather it up;
   when you open your hand, they are filled with good things.
29 When you hide your face, they are dismayed;
   when you take away their breath, they die
   and return to their dust.
30 When you send forth your spirit,* they are created;
   and you renew the face of the ground.
31 May the glory of the Lord endure for ever;
   may the Lord rejoice in his works—
32 who looks on the earth and it trembles,
   who touches the mountains and they smoke.
33 I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
   I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
34 May my meditation be pleasing to him,
   for I rejoice in the Lord.
35 Let sinners be consumed from the earth,
   and let the wicked be no more.
Bless the Lord, O my soul.
Praise the Lord!

Acts 2:4

All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.

John 15:13

When the Spirit of truth comes, he will guide you into all the truth; for he will not speak on his own, but will speak whatever he hears, and he will declare to you the things that are to come.


5.20.18

The close approach of the moon and Mars in Cancer. The moon is at the first quarter (5 days old). 10:30PM
Mars, Mercury, Venus, Moon, Jupiter, Saturn


Maggie Q,  5.22.79, Honolulu, Hawaii
玛吉薛

玛  Ma Agate multi-colored sand
吉  ji          Lucky
薛  Xue  Marsh grass

Captain William Brown of Great Britain was the first foreigner to sail into what is now Honolulu Harbor in 1794. More foreign ships followed. The port of Honolulu became a focal point for merchant ships traveling between North America and Asia.

Pele’s curse says that any visitor who takes rock or sand away from the Hawaii islands will suffer bad luck until the native Hawaiian elements are returned. The warning is ubiquitous in Hawaii, but it is a modern legend. Some people attribute it to a disgruntled park ranger who was sick of people carting off rocks on his watch.

Mohala i ka wai ka maka o ka pua – (Unfolded by the water are the faces of the flowers.)

Dwayne Johnson, 5.2.72, Hayward, CA
德韦恩·约翰逊
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德 De rise
韦 wei soft leather
恩 en kindness
约 Yue arrange
翰 han writing
逊 xun to yield

The Kuksu Religion is a dream-based metaphysical movement. Dreams are considered the source of wisdom and foreknowledge. The best dreamers among the people rise to become tribal leaders. Dreams are netdim. Those who are dream doctors are netdim maidem.

The Big Heads are so-named because they are dancers with huge masks. They are featured in sacred dances of the Kuksu. The Big Heads are related to the Kakinim, or spirits. The Saltu are another order of spirit being. The word Kakinim is related to the Hopi word Kachina.

Sayashi Riho 5.28.98 Hiroshima, Japan
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鞘師里保 Shepherd

鞘  qiao sheath Saya sheath scabbard
師  shi division shi          master shepherd
里   li in Ri          village sato
保  bao security ho          keep

One of the seven government-sponsored English language schools was established in Hiroshima during the 1870's. Ujina Harbor was constructed through the efforts of the prefecture Governor Sadaaki Senda in the 1880's. The harbor allowed the city to become an important port.

The first round of talks between Chinese and Japanese representatives to end the Sino-Japanese War was held in Hiroshima from February 1 to February 4, 1895.

The city became a focal point of military activity during World War I. The Japanese government entered the war on the Allied side. About 500 German prisoners of war were held in Ninoshima Island in Hiroshima Bay.

The growth of the city continued after the First World War. It attracted the attention of the Catholic Church.  An Apostolic Vicar was appointed on May 4, 1923.

Oleander (Nerium) is the official flower of the city of Hiroshima because it was the first to bloom again after the explosion of the atomic bomb in 1945.


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