Monday, April 23, 2018

The Spirituality of Spring Cleaning in White and Pink

my tree smiles
in shy shades of pink
pointing to clouds 

When the sun starts shining brighter and days become longer, Nature wakes up - the first snowdrops peek from under the snow in cold countries, and you start to hear songbirds, even though trees do not have leaves yet.

Camellia in Desanso Gardens

The Weaver weaves
soft crowns of camellia petals - 
Spring has come

In California, grass is never as green as in the spring - depending on the length of the rain season it may last through the second half of January or all the way into mid-April. All the plants have new buds, grow a mile a minute, blossom. What a beautiful symphony!

emerald grace 
in sunlight, in shadow
blooms into green

Out with the old, in with the new.  Usually, the California seasons overlap - the trees still have yellow leaves and the liquid amber is covered in color, but the grass becomes greener and tulips with daffodils make an appearance. This year, though, we have a real spring - with fresh, green leaves on fresh green trees, above fresh green grass. Everything fresh! Even the chemtrails last for a day and dissipate quickly in the blaze of sunlight. Maybe there's something out there mopping them out...That would be very nice, indeed!

Easter egg Ukrainian style by Susan Rogers, of Sukyo Mahikari and Jewish roots.

starts from an egg
of an idea

It is also time to clean the soul - out with old beliefs and ways of thinking, in with new principles of spiritual beliefs... People seem to be genetically constructed to seek for and worship the Divine. There are various approaches to this search, various ways of giving thanks, or making offerings to the Pantheon of deities that humanity  worshiped over thousands of years of its existence.

Angel and Buddha with their crystal balls 

look within - 
find knowledge in crystals
without seeing

dark creatures
flee the sweetest scent 
of white hyacinth 

In my recent readings I found a Dolphin Star Temple, Crystal Stairs of Ascension, and Violet Rays of St. Germain. All full of Light... Fascinating...

In fact, some people claim we live on the surface of one benevolent, generous and infinitely kind Divine Being, Gaia, our Living Earth! Time to celebrate her bounty this spring.

Magnolia in Descanso Gardens.

blush pink and white
magnolia petals open wide
to drink sunlight

The search for enlightenment, so crucial to celebrating the spring is beautifully summarized in three key ideas: Seeing the Divine in All, Nurturing of Life, and Gratitude. I found these three ideas in an essay attributed either to some powerful other-worldly aliens, or to time-travelling humans who returned to us from the year 3,000+ to teach us about things that are the most important....

Bromeliad in Descanso Gardens.

orange of joy
amber of desire - 
bloom in the light

You may read the essay about it on the Web of Love website: Here, it appears in a form translated from its original version on the Wingmakers website (part 1 and part 2) that was published in 1999 and redone in 2001. The translation is by Fred Burks of PEERS network. The essay was found in one of a series of 23 chambers hidden in rocks in a remote canyon in New Mexico.

The site has been described as an ET time capsule - and contains works of art, poetry, philosophy, music, as well as strange technological artifacts. It was quickly taken over and hidden by the powers that were - according to the two authors of the original interviews, a "whistleblower" who worked on deciphering the strange alphabet and transcribing the writings, and a journalist who published his story and transcriptions organized in a series of chambers, 1 to 23.

Daisies in my garden.

dots  in circles - 
the ancient  Sun symbol 
graces my driveway  

I do not know if future humans were able to time-travel back to 1990s to create these chambers in a remote site in New Mexico, or whether these creators were not humans at all, but ETs that are 10 feet tall, benevolent and called Corteum, from a galaxy 15,000 light years away... Or if it is just a hoax by a very creative person, equally at home with composing music, making huge paintings, or writing poetry.

Adam picks 
flowers for Grandma -
Easter garden

What matters is that the actual simple principles are quite revolutionary if taken into daily life and practiced without a pause to overthink this... Seeing all Life as Divine (=love everyone, respect everything). Nurturing Life (=no war, no weapons, no toxins anywhere), and Being Grateful (=thankful for each day, each experience, each encounter).  Enjoy the story, then...

Since I do not know about the copyright status of this unusual discovery, instead of posting its fascinating artwork, I decided to share my photos from this spring - flowers from Descanso Gardens and from my own garden, so lush and vibrant this year.   I wish everyone to have a lush and vibrant year, this year!

orange blossoms 
fill my garden with fragrance -
a prophecy of taste

azalea rainbow
spills over my pathway - 
avalanche of spring

follow the flames
of blooming bromeliads
into silence of spring

 Sun touches
heart of scarlet camellia -
flowering peace

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

California Poetry in the California Quarterly 44/1 and Joys of Spring

Kathabela Wilson, Maja Trochimczyk, and Marlene Hitt with the California Quarterly 44/1, March 25, 2018

There is so much poetry going on, it is hard to keep track of things. I have been busy editing collections of poetry by others, with some poems of mine as well.

Photo by Maja Trochimczyk

This volume features almost 60 poets, including Village Poets Pam Shea and Marlene Hitt, and poets who featured at Bolton Hall Museum in the past: Kathabela Wilson, Susan Rogers, Margaret Saine, Deborah P. Kolodji and William Scott Galasso.  Copies of the CQ may be obtained by ordering online at , or by mailing a request for a specific​ issue together with a check for $10.00 per copy. Do not forget to name the specific issue you are requesting (this one is 44/1) and submit your order to:  CSPS VP/Membership 2560 Calabria Ct, Dublin, CA 94568.

Every poet is invited to join the CSP Society, online or by mail. First fill out the form on the website, then print it and send with payments by mail to: 
CSPS Vice President - Membership, 
2560 Calabria Court, Dublin, California  94568

When editing this volume first I thought I should have a theme of spring, new life, renewal, then i realized that poets submitted mostly about the fall (what was currently written), so I had to revise my theme into the "cycle of life" - in its physical natural beauty and spiritual depth.  I'm thrilled to have encountered so many new wonderful poets, and to be able to publish the work of talented friends. I used some haiku, including two of mine, as comments on shorter poems, and wrote a new poem to close the issue. 

Here's the table of contents of the California Quarterly, Volume 44, Number 1
  • Fragments - Jerry Sexton, 7
  • The Night Sky - Thomas Mitchell, 8
  • October Yellow Jackets  - Mary Lou Wickham, 9
  • Yellow School Bus (Haiku) - William Scott Galasso, 9
  • Autumn Song - Thomas Mitchell, 10
  • Meditation - Pamela Shea, 10
  • Coming Home - Momoyo Capanna, 11
  • The Holy - Claire Millikin, 12
  • Pause at the Long Valley Caldera - Selma Calnan, 13
  • Autumn of My Life (Tanka) - Kath Abela Wilson, 13
  • Devore Fire - Dana Stamps, II, 14
  • Light Shimmers (Haiku)  - Maja Trochimczyk 14
  • Evacuation - Shirley Geok-lin Lim ,15
  • Unknown Happens  - David E. Howerton, 15
  • Waiting for Santa Claus - Shirley Geok-lin Lim, 16
  • Japanese Maple (Haiku) - Susan Rogers, 17
  • Parti juste comme ça - Michael D. Amitin, 18
  • Gone Like That - Lionel Roudet (Translation of Amitin's poem), 19
  • Elohim -  d.p. houston, 20
  • Waiting - Marlene Hitt, 20
  • National Botanical Gardens - Alun Rees, 21
  • Late October - Thomas Mitchell, 22
  • Signs of Winter (Tanka) - Kath Abela Wilson, 22
  • Good Evening - AE Hines, 23
  • Visión del Vals de La Nieve - Rodolfo Hasler, 24
  • First Snow - Kath Abela Wilson,  24
  • A Vision of the Snow Waltz - Margaret Saine (Translation of Hausler's poem) 25
  • Winter Triangle (Haiku) - Deborah P Kolodji,  25
  • Christmas Cards - Ken Autrey,  26
  • Quatre Saisons  - Jane Stuart, 27
  • In the Village of Trélex - Lois P. Jones. 28
  • Song of the Pear - Lia Brooks, 29
  • Water from Air - Jane North, 30
  • Only My (Haiku)  - Deborah P Kolodji, 30
  • Meeting Max on His Zero Birthday - Patricia Hukill,  31
  • Shining Shoes - Ken Autrey,  32
  • Wren Song (Haiku) - Deborah P Kolodji ,32
  • Twone - Alessio Zanelli,  33
  • Remembering When … New-  David E. Howerton , 33
  • The Wish of Hedera - Kath Abela Wilson,  34
  • Race to Spring - Alice Pero,  35
  • When That Radiance Breaks - Stephen Colley,  36
  • Lucid - d.p. houston,  37
  • Cerulean Blue -  AE Hines,  38
  • The Veil - Mimi Whittaker,  39
  • Cutouts - Ken Autrey,  40
  • Catching Wood -  John Schneider,  41
  • Playing with Shadows -  Margaret Saine,  42
  • Puny Human - Joshua Savage,  43
  • Response to Mother Earth -  Joshua Savage,  44
  • To Ear by Wing - Kath Abela Wilson,  45
  • Grass - Susan Rogers,  46
  • Off the Dock - John Schneider,  47
  • Can’t Sit Still (Haiku) - William Scott Galasso,  47
  • Waves Crashing -  David E. Howerton , 48
  • The Sea - Alessio Zanelli,  48
  • Sandpipers - Jean Esteve,  49
  • Salt Wind (Haiku) - Deborah P Kolodji,  49
  • Twin Jellyfish (Haiku) - Maja Trochimczyk,  49
  • Awakening - Marlene Hitt,  50
  • An Orchestra of Dreams - Jane Stuart,  50
  • Trampoline Cleaning - Pamela Shea,  51
  • Peaceful Journey - Marlene Hitt,  51
  • Where I Live - Dana Stamps, II,  52
  • Erin’s Song - Susan Rogers,  53
  • Visión de Orion -  Rodolfo Hasler, 54
  • Suza - Susan Rogers,   54
  • Vision of Orion - Margaret Saine (Tr.),  55
  • I Will Be Burned (Tanka) - William Scott Galasso,  55
  • To Come - Madeleine S. Butcher,  56
  • Creation - Jane Stuart, 56
  • Revel …  - Alice Pero, 57
  • White on Blue -  Stephen Colley, 58
  • Arbor Cosmica -  Maja Trochimczyk, 59
  • Cover Art: Yucca Abby Diamond

Photo of maples in Warsaw by Maja Trochimczyk


                      ~ for my children

No fear, no hate, not even a mild dislike*—
we leave our heavy burdens, shards of memories
broken, all too broken, at the bottom of crystal stairs
beneath clouds of white camellias, petals swirling
through air like the snow of forgetfulness

Perfect symmetry of blossoms
points the way — up, up, always up
rainbow crystal stairs, revealed
one by one as we ascend — inwards,
outwards — dancing spirals of our DNA

We get to know this place — these depths,
these heights — for once, for all lifetimes

With each step, pure notes resonate
and expand into clear, spacious chords —
the music of the spheres rings out, wave by wave
expanding from our open hearts

Each chord — harmonious, different —
each melody in this vast symphony
sweetly twines around another, and another
until all are One Song, One Wisdom —
of stem and flower, of leaf and root
in this Cosmic Tree of humanity

Arbor Cosmica —

We have been here
all along without knowing

(c) 2018 by Maja Trochimczyk

Photo of a maple in Warsaw by Maja Trochimczyk

There is a correction to be made, though. The famous word "It" - made infamous by Monthy Python, actually - went missing from the penultimate line of the poem by Alun Rees, sent in from Wales. "It" was not found before the journal went to print, so here is his whole poem, with the missing word inserted in the line that "it" so recklessly abandoned. Apologies to the poet! 


Chained are these captives on display:
eagle, buzzard, goshawk, kestrel, kite
in a garden setting excellent with plants.
Plants stay in place, but raptors call for shackles
to deny them flight.

They learn to fly to order, just as Spartacus played
the Roman game, in which he had to fight
his comrade gladiators to please the mob.
He waited, then fought a bloody war with his captors
and he did right.

Look these birds in the eye. You will see
half-hidden flames of a fierce internal light.
They do their tricks but you’ll never make them like it.
Even unto death they’re unconquerable killers —
despite chain-blight.

They’ve known a freedom we can’t understand.
They hunt and kill out of hunger, not of spite.
That’s a way of life we’ve long forgotten, and now
confronted with freedom we chain it and go meekly
into no good night.

Alun Rees
Cardiff, Wales

Photos of autumn in Warsaw by Maja Trochimczyk

Photo by Arturas Morozovas

But this is spring, not autumn, oranges are ripe and blossom at the same time... And Easter just passed.. . I had the pleasure of talking about my immigrant experience, my family war-time traumas, and life in general to two journalists from Europe: Polish-Lithuanian journalist Witold Janczys wrote a story based on my interview for a Lithuanian publication, and Polish music journalist and broadcaster Ewa Szczecinska from the Polish Radio recorded an interview to be broadcast in installments - the series has just began - in Polish  Here are the links, and a photo from the Lithuanian publication - translated from Polish into Russian!

Let me, then, end this post with another image, also in the golden hues by Susan Dobay, with oceans and oceans and oceans of blessings...