after the royal wedding, i stayed on in the kingdom of nepal to visit the terai, a savannah low altitude plain of great agricultural, general development and population importance to nepal and then an area of considerable political concern because of the great influx of indian nationals… never, until l986 did i make very much of an effort to learn "details" of nepalese culture, history, politics and government procedures… this was not for any lack of interest, it was for the twofold reason that there was much greater value in shah dev's and my friendship if i preserved a genuine "innocence," and i was magnificently, multifariously busy with many, many other topics… the two days stayover were the exception and i visited some usaid program personnel and the jaunt to the terai was to visit health clinics, talk informally about population issues and family planning, and to acquaint me with a broader scope than midland valleys and high, the highest mountains…
i will ever appreciate the stretching these two days gave me, but most of all i think i am amused by, stunned by, and thankfulllllll for the vipp sendoff i got because i was probably the last personal guest to leave "the festival." shah dev personally requested narayan to see me off at the trivhuwan international airport… i was still then quite young, very young in diplomat ways of the world and i protested vehemently to narayan that he was much too busy to personally accompany me to the airport, and to the plane…
narayan smiled a smile he had probably learned from shah dev, for the near grin was very vishnu-like, and narayan said in immortal english, "david, you are vvip in nepal." i was virtually non-compos mentis and replied most quizzically, "what?" the simple, soft, succinct, polite, embracing, smiling, generous, unforgettable reply was,
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Ringing the Changes
Seconds of afterlight, Sun lapsed into horizon Quiet of new snow, cold blanket to trees, roofs, road Gentle twilight, before the night, before all the freeze of laughter, bubbling partying, high hats and hands, desperate to ignite, to touch ice to ice and become. New Year searching forward, blind drunken eyes behind, leaking distilled tears denied. We are jolly good one and all. Revels, broken lyrics, misremembered, misunderstood; gladly clapping hand against back, strapping together to keep upright, sloshing through traffic mottled snow slipping together, sliding to raucous tune, old fools' show, commemorative legends to pull out over brandy and fire. Resolutions and revelations. Look into the molten glass, sparking visions Clean star twinkles ask not, glorying in terpsichore, no written lines obscure wide sky, open beyond horizon mistily expanding into rolling sea. Drink to the season, to oblivion, to ecstasies bequeathed in excess emotion, rolling, amniotic, amnesia of expectation. Breathe -- vestigial gills awaken. This is the first measure of the first movement a pirouette, a dervishly delightfilled whirl. Cast upon this rocky estuary, dance inner wise third eye calling dawn into destiny.
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after the royal wedding, i stayed on in the kingdom of nepal to visit the terai, a savannah low altitude plain of great agricultural, general development and population importance to nepal and then an area of considerable political concern because of the great influx of indian nationals… never, until l986 did i make very much of an effort to learn "details" of nepalese culture, history, politics and government procedures… this was not for any lack of interest, it was for the twofold reason that there was much greater value in shah dev's and my friendship if i preserved a genuine "innocence," and i was magnificently, multifariously busy with many, many other topics… the two days stayover were the exception and i visited some usaid program personnel and the jaunt to the terai was to visit health clinics, talk informally about population issues and family planning, and to acquaint me with a broader scope than midland valleys and high, the highest mountains…
i will ever appreciate the stretching these two days gave me, but most of all i think i am amused by, stunned by, and thankfulllllll for the vipp sendoff i got because i was probably the last personal guest to leave "the festival." shah dev personally requested narayan to see me off at the trivhuwan international airport… i was still then quite young, very young in diplomat ways of the world and i protested vehemently to narayan that he was much too busy to personally accompany me to the airport, and to the plane…
narayan smiled a smile he had probably learned from shah dev, for the near grin was very vishnu-like, and narayan said in immortal english, "david, you are vvip in nepal." i was virtually non-compos mentis and replied most quizzically, "what?" the simple, soft, succinct, polite, embracing, smiling, generous, unforgettable reply was,
"vvip, very, very important person."
You are invited to help to form what we continue to become:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/seerseeker/
Ringing the Changes
Seconds of afterlight, Sun lapsed into horizon
Quiet of new snow, cold blanket to trees, roofs, road
Gentle twilight, before the night, before all the freeze of laughter,
bubbling partying, high hats and hands, desperate to ignite,
to touch ice to ice and become.
New Year searching forward, blind drunken eyes behind,
leaking distilled tears denied. We are jolly good one and all.
Revels, broken lyrics, misremembered, misunderstood;
gladly clapping hand against back, strapping together to
keep upright, sloshing through traffic mottled snow
slipping together, sliding to raucous tune,
old fools' show, commemorative legends to pull out over
brandy and fire.
Resolutions and revelations.
Look into the molten glass, sparking visions
Clean star twinkles ask not, glorying in terpsichore,
no written lines obscure wide sky, open beyond horizon
mistily expanding into rolling sea. Drink to the season,
to oblivion, to ecstasies bequeathed in excess emotion,
rolling, amniotic, amnesia of expectation. Breathe --
vestigial gills awaken.
This is the first measure of the first movement
a pirouette, a dervishly delightfilled whirl.
Cast upon this rocky estuary, dance inner wise
third eye calling dawn into destiny.
December 31, 2009~
Laurie Corzett - libramoon42@mindspring.com
http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com
http://lunaramble.blogspot.com
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