Max Reif, I would like to hear again after a long lull.

Just give a shout from your hiding place dear friend
and do you remember this comment you made for my poem
'St.Patrick's day' a long time ago,
We met once and I would like to hear that song again
'Stars in your eyes'
Please Bring your tiny mouth organ
and the precious guitar.
In this cycle of births and deaths
We meet in different names brother!

Max Reif (4/3/2007 3: 10: 00 PM)
How did they get your phone #, Nimal? Is this a saga I should have been following? How did you ever get to America? Are there poems of yours I should read, that will tell me? Did David bring you? Have you been posting on The Forum (which I seldom read, these days) about your travels?

I'll try to catch up. Please let me know which poems or whatever will help me.
Hopefully, these are just idiotic, empty threats. And hopefully, you are seeing a different world-as I did when I went to India.

Much love, many blessings, prayers for your safety and well-being (and continuing 'poet's education' in Love and Beauty and the Oneness of all beings!) And passing on what you receive!

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The stretched bare land
Reaches the infinity
And there's a small security billet
At the entrance of the barbed wire fence.
And the board says; 'A special Hospital complex,
The proposed skyscraper is the tallest building in the World.'
I walk nearly ten miles from my shack everyday to this place
Along the road back to normality.
The guard from the new generation
Though he's like my son I call him brother!
We used to chat a long and whenever I go there I am broke.
This polite brother offer me a pull out of his non-filter cigarette
And we smoke fifty fifty to our defeated lungs.
Days, months and years passed
And the boy is already a middle aged now
And I am in my final list?
In my tattered Resume for the post of Carpenter
Some letters were already disappeared.
The project won't be a success as some restrictions from the Top
Because the top floor of the building is very close to the Heaven it seems!

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Master, I would like to see that mountain again

Remember the old happy days
But nowadays really a catastrophe
As I haven't seen a bird, butterfly or a flower at all.
Someone has snatched my precious spring.
Living with a life's almost a threat
And I know the life is so short,
But there is little more time to live.
So, please blow me few air to my lonely bedroom
Hardly I could breathe through my shattered windows
That goes into my defeated lungs.
Master, I want to see that mountain again
But this time I am not able to climb with this wearied soul.
At least I could kneel down beneath the mountain
And recite this Psalm for the pilgrims' welfare.
'May the road rise to meet you,
May the winds be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.'

-Today in our Gospel St.Mark reminds us of that beautiful story of the healing of the blind man.I have heard this story about his healing in the past, but what touched me today was how loud he was in asking Jesus to heal him.-

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Where our innocent warm tears flow?

A sad message from Dandenong, Australia;

Our loving daughter Tharindu
Who's delivered a premature stillborn son today!
How do we send our deepest sympathy?
We realized the present distance darling daughter!
It's like the sky & Earth.
Do you feel our warm tears?
The cruel invisible hands taken our unseen Grandson
Earlier he took our Granddaughter too during my absence.
To whom we claim this unfair gamble and offer our inner cry?
Darling daughter be patient and we're with you till our last breath.
I have a name for you my unseen Grandson!
Lucky! (As you have not seen this cruel World)
We never forget our Lucky!
Your poor Grandma cries behind me like an Antelope.
You're the luckiest Portrait printed in our fragile hearts
And very soon we come to your lonely resting place sonny!
Yes, with my teary loose-leaf book of Sorrow!

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Pre-giveaway to our precious Grandson

A very happy Birth day to you son and be a good-smart boy like 'Sanath' [not the actor; The world famous cricketer].
Hope you become a real man soon and change the World for better prospects.
No son! Please stay aside and remain as a child forever because the cruel society is precarious.
Your mad grandpa lost his job and still scribbles with a hullabaloo
And your courageous grandma gets up early in the morning and fights with the rolled gold life.
She stuck under the table in a daycare center to bring bread & butter home and she never forgets to buy my Cuban vanilla cigar too.
In our dream-trains we travel a thousand times home bounds
But we station here for a purpose.
I am sorry my son in your playgroup you really missed your fine playmate and she is here with me in a turmoil.

[Hey! our little apprentice Master Siluna you are close upon three years
and do not forget that your mischievous grandpa got married at 21.]
* A humble dedication to the young poetess
Shani.Bogamuwa of Massachusetts.
Also to loving Kelum & Tharindu, Chinthaka & Thilini our loved ones and etc.

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The magical Bamboo flute and the ancient Chinese Zither

Thank God! You gave me a dollar note to buy this compact disc from a junk shop in Anaheim.
It's really a very rare Diamond for me, thanks again to the invisible God!
It's named 'Tao of Healing'
Dean Evenson and Professor Li Xiangting collaborated for this great Performance.
When I hear this spiritual music
I travel to my faraway loved ones
And return without any proper documents.
I speak with dead souls
My poor loving Mom and the brother
Oh! They are better than me.
I forget all my debts and the misers' names too.
And all my wounds heal in the soul.
If I can hear this continuously
I'll be free of burdens definitely.
My singsong beloved grumbles
'Here isn't a funeral parlor to hear such a sad music.'
'Why not? Darling we sit on a graveyard
Earth is a graveyard indeed! ' I shouted.

* On the cover of the disc is a Chinese Goddess Quan Yin.Quan means Earth.Yin means woman or mother places her in our understanding as Earth Mother or Mother nature.

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Christendom

I hear in my dreams a far away church bell tolls and a choir.
I see the Christmas tree decorated in every house.
The Christians are very happy in the month of December.
They are commemorating Christ birth.
Their chromatic hearts bring the chromatic scale all over the season.
Though I am a Buddhist I have my regards and respect at all for the infant Jesus because you are a human being my Lord!
I admire the Jesus Christ and I grow my beard as yours
But it never comes like that.
And I try to smile like you but it’s not similar to your smile.
I too carry my cross towards the graveyard but I feel that your cross is heavier than mine.
Judas is still accompanying in different surnames.
I am sorry not only one my Lord!
There are thousands who camouflage as saints and make pitfalls to the scapegoats?
The brothers are very cruel nowadays and they kill each other for borders and boundaries.
Some they go to Mars for searching new lands.
Anyway I do respect my Lord!
Christianity a religion based on teachings of Christ.
But I wonder why some they scattered into different groups?

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My pet 'Marco' I am writing this from the paradise like Disneyland

Once upon a time in the upperkindergarten
On a See-Saw,
I rode up and down and saw the Rolled Gold World.
Now I am near by the door step of the darkest tunnel,
Again I go up so high in this fantasy World.
This's really an Utopian dream.
On the pontoon along the Grizzly river dragged me to my bygone voyages.
Some portraits of Pirate's Lair on Tom Sawyer island resembled my deadly poisonous relatives here,
Ride on the train from the station called 'Main street U.S.A to Tomorrow' the best journey I ever had in my lifetime.
On the way I saw Mickey's Toontown, Fantasyland, Adventureland and when I got down from the station Tomorrow I found a tear dropp in my eye as I know that I have to face reality onwards.
When the miraculous fireworks began in the nightsky I saw the Angels with a smile and I secretly checked my loose-leaf Passport,
Oh! The validity already expired I have noticed.
At last the Electrical parade pageant impressed me 'Life is a beautiful journey and be happy! '

*Marco; My deceased pet dog and one and only son.[In the Mickey's Toontown I thought of you my dearest son! ]

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Let's sing together one fragrant song!

When a Man cries in pain
Please do not ignore him
And if you laugh louder
Just watch outside
As someone may laments
in a corner?
We're Kings and Queens
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Friends and not Enemies.
World is a one Yard!
And please do not make barbed wire fences.
Heart is the Religion of Human beings
And when it's pierced so painful!
Let sing together hand-in-hand
And we must marry each other for good
Ridiculous embargoes and taboos the old kites
Must send to the transparent tattered sky.
There're only two nations in the precarious World
A Man and a Woman?

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Strange Fragrance of Withered Flowers!

Hibiscus syriacus is the national flower of South Korea!
Dear Kim, I try to bring you that flower?

Summer breeze dragged me to a Korean burial grounds here
And it's really a living Paradise on Earth!
The beautiful tombs greeted me with a familiar smile.
The flowery characteristic letters on tombs I cannot read
That resembles the Japanese Hiragana?
I was very anxious to see at least a Korean relative lives here
Who could talk with me politely?
I walked further and all of a sudden found a tomb
Letters written in English and he must be a Korean-English scholar
Comitted suicide at his young age?
This was written;
'Hey! My stranger friend did you bring flowers and candles?
If not never mind leisurely we could have a chat.'
I was ashamed and looked around, all are dead souls
Except me only the breathing Corpse?
I took my pencil stub from the hidden pocket and scribbled this;
'When I come here next time I'll fulfill your humble expectations Brother! '

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