Tag: Vancouver
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UBC (postcards from Canada)
i wake with my eyes slowly adjusting to white crisp bedsheets and Canadian sun bathing in the open window. the air smells of ocean morning mist breezes through pacific coast rain forest with undercurrents of freshly cut grassand rose gardens in bloom.i can already feel the longingto remember this scent for the rest of my life.…
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Van-city Arrivals
i arrive. i arrive, i arrive, i arrive, i suppose? i’m not really sure. i’m here, but i’m not really here. i was there, but not really there either. i got caught in a bardo. and i’m fighting, i am fighting with all my focusto be here. i want to be here, now. but i am not here. their eyes when they see…
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Vancouver Departures pt 1 (Into the Bardo)
“what is it like to die?” i asked. so small. so timid. my words, unveiling fate. aware of what’s to come, i cannot backtrack. thirty two hours from now.. departure. time is not linear, and in this moment, i need it to freeze. he is this embodiment. he is this person. with him, i feel bonded.like family, from another time. i…
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Vancouver Departure, pt 2 (Into the Bardo)
blackened sky,crimson coat,widened eyes.vancity, love. i’m left standing on granville street,Vancouver. traffic blocked. waiting. gulping down,potentials,that you willarrive soon. sipping humid air,chilling tension,two bags packed.no return. i am left exposed, tender, raw.my brothers ashi brought to sea here, now i’m awarewhat’s to come.unknowinghow to feel. i breathe calm. you are here. you get out of the car, opening the…
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the wild ones
as i becomemore and more disenchanted and broken beyond repair- i go, without a planletting myself getlost in the forest. i find them there.or do they find me? eyes are lockedtrust is built. a danceinto unknown. we pausein the void. i find the truth i was seeking, spoken by those who cannot speak. they are mineto observe.i am theirsto protect. and…
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