The Christmas Story…
December 31, 2006
South Dakota USA
Ah, after a few days of learning my parents emotional map of the moment: anxiety, we then entered the Christmas of the Flu.
A note: the anxiety is understandable because of major life changes and getting older is not always a bed of rose petals.
The flu? You do not want to know. Let’s just says it is an apartment, the bottom half of a retired farm house, with one bathroom. Kim found herself in a outdoor lounge chair set up in the kitchen nudged close to the stove so as to not impair traffic from other locations in the home, so she could access the proper room easily. The basement boudoir was too distant. All other beds and surfaces were taken, this includes carpeted floor space.
What I learned? My family is a family. I took care of them and they took care of me. I do not require much as a sick person but I do know this: It was much better hearing their voices being sick than being alone with too many pets! (I am also grateful that I am an emotional genius and do know to live with other living beings given I do not have humans to live with at this time.)
And, for my return home? Nebraska is having a winter moment for the first time this season. So here is the check list:
Shelter? Check
Heat? Check
Food? Check
New Years Even special menu? Check
Candles? Check
Movies? Check
Aromatherapy? Check
(I do not get television so no big ball teary moment for me tonight.)
So, here is to another year and some weather that makes sense.
Happy New Year,
Kim
Three Trees
Time…
December 17, 2006
From: Children
Artist: Steven Gelberg
Soon, I will be a daughter for 9 days in person. I was a cave child, I found earthen places in which to create worlds in. Behind the big bushes I cooked and built worlds.
So, I am leaving on Wednesday to be with my clan.I get to be an Aunt to some young ‘uns.
And a daughter, in the flesh.
My Dad spoils me, and I need that! (I sense he does too.)
We all cook and argue about who will cook what meal and when.
I did something I have never done. I put together 20 or so poems, played with the font a little, printed them on nice paper and a neighbor who works in a bindery loves to make books.
I am having a book of my poetry made for my father. At first I thought to myself: Nice. He has asked and now he will have his own book. After making the cover sheet, I started to feel things far deeper than how nice. I noticed the erotic poems did not make the cut. That was too much for me. Then I realized I would have to make sure there were tissues near by after I did the front page:
The Poetry of Kim Smith
For Guy Smith,
My Father,
Christmas 2006
Suddenly, after I printed this page, I realized I was documenting heritage, story, family and that I was part of a lineage of women writers. I learned this in 1997 at a family reunion. There were hand made books, Common Books, collages, poetry~~all stunning.
I had now put myself into the hands of future generations barring flood, fires or someone loosing the book.
Oh my.
And, I am doing this.
A real book, with a beautiful discarded binding my neighbor saved from the scrap heap at work.
A book
Holy Shit
My neighbor just stopped by to show me the book progress. I got tingles. There is just a leather binding to add.
Did I write: A book!
Kim
To My Father:
Photo by Pat Smith
Surrender
December 12, 2006
Surrender
in the yes of
knowing
in wonderment,
the moment’s petal dropping,
when i said yes~
talking over the lines
exchanging power’s love
guiding into space~
your hand across
my ass
spoke infinity
in one touch
that can never
be imagined
kimsmith
From: Woman Series
This Garden
December 12, 2006
Rice Cultures in Vietnam
Boots press the dampened dirt,
As sweaty hands touch broccoli.
Muddy gloves, cracked hands,
Hair clinging to my forehead as
Bugs whir their buzz
In my ears, on my neck,
Around my thoughts,
A singular dance tune.
The sun sounds the
Storm cloud’s warning
As my nails accumulate
Dirt and condensation
Billows, coming in to place….
Mountains, hills,
Light, Dark as
The wind rustles
The pepper plants
I feel time’s movement…
In this garden.
kimsmith
Allah Huu~Nothing But God~English Translation
December 7, 2006
Earth Mandala
Allah Huu [Nothing but God]
Translated by Ayesha Kaljuvee
Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali
Pakistani Music
Search for Nusrat Fateh Ali
Play: Allah Hoo (live)
Aaaa (Sufi Chants)
Ruler of the world, soul of my blood
The promised one, there is nothing but you
Every great scholar is your student
In every scent, there is nothing but you
Creator of and worshipped by both worlds
Every thing is witness to your manifestation
On everyone’s lips is your prayer
In every chord, every song is your presence
Every beginning is with your name
With your name ends everything
Your praise is ‘praise be to Allah’
That you are the God of my Mohammad
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
When this earth and world did not exist
When there was no moon, sun or sky
When the secret of the truth was still unknown
When there was nothing, there was you
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Everything is a reflection of your glory
Every thing cries out that you arem the Lord
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
It is the distinction of your enthralling visage
You are the unrivalled Lord of the Universe
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
You who shows new beauty every instant
Surprises even those who yearn for more
Every sapling sings of your creation
Every leaf is a signature of your nature
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
My God, you are the splendor you promised
You are the curiosity, you are the desire
The light of my eyes, the voice of my heart
You were, you are, and will be only you
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
(Sufi Chants…)
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
You are everything, what is the argument in this
The whole world is searching only for you
Even as your magnificence is in every corner
You are in my blood, Lord of the world
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
A few notes from Kim on this piece. A friend introduced me to Nasrat Fateh Ali and I was transported. I now own two CD’s. For me any reference to God is a reference to knowing the world is bigger than you are. And it is. It is love and connectivity for me, the things we can only explain so far with science. The moments that transport you beyond yourself.
Find more of Nasrat here: Nasrat Fateh Ali
Allah Huu~Urdu
December 7, 2006
Allah Huu [Nothing but God]
Translated by Ayesha Kaljuvee
Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali
Pakistani Music
Search for Nusrat Fateh Ali
Play: Allah Hoo (live)
Aaaa (Sufi Chants)
Malik-Ul-Mulk, Lashareeka Lahoo
Wahadahoo La Ilaahaa Illaahoo
Shams Tabraiz Gar Khuda Talabee
Khushboo Khuwan La Illaha Illahoo
Qounain Ka Masjood Hai Maa’bood Hai Tu
Her Shay Teri Shahid Hai K Mashhood Hai Tu
Her Aik K Lab Per Hai Teri Hamd-O-Sana
Her Sooz Mein Her Saaz Mein Moujood Hai Tu
Tere He Naam Say Her Ibtida Hai
Tere He Naam Per Tak Intiha Hai
Teri Hamd-O-Sana Alhamdulillah
K Tu Mere Mohammad Ka Khuda Hai
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Yeh Zameen Jab Na Thi Yeh Jahaan Jab Na Thaa
Chaand Suraj Na Thay Aasman Jab Na Tha
Raaz-E-Haq Bhi Kisi Per Ayaan Jab Na Tha
Tab Na Tha Kuch Yahaan Tha Magar Tu Hee Tu
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Har Shay Tere Jamaal Ki Aainaa Daar Hai
Har Shay Pukaarti Hai Tu Parvardigaar Hai
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Teri Ruboobiyat Ki Ada Ka Kamaal Hai
Tu Rab-e-Qayaanat Hai, Tu Lajwal Hai
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Tu Jo Her Aan Nayi Shaan Dikha Deta Hai
Deeda-E-Shouq Ko Hairan Bana Deta Hai
Daali Daali Teri Patta Patta Teri Qudrat Ka
Pata Deta Hai Takhleeq K Gun Gaati Hai
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Laa Ilaahaa Teri Shaan Ya Wahdahoo Tu
Khayaal-O-Tajassus Tu He Aarzoo Aankh Ki Roshni Dil
Ki Awaaz Tu Tha Bhi Tu! Hai Bhi
Tu! Hoga Bhi Tu Hee Tu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
(Sufi Chants…)
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Khaalik-E-Kul Hai Tu Is Mein Kia Guftagu
Saare Aalam Ko Hai Teri He Justaju
Teri Jalvaagari Hai Ayaan Chaar Su
La Shareeka Lahoo Maalik-E-Mulk Tu
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
Allah Huu! Allah Huu! Allah Huu!
My life closed twice before its close..
December 7, 2006
Arrow of Time
My life closed twice before its close–
It yet remains to see
If immortality unveil
A third event to me
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Emily Dickinson (1880′s-)
Title Unknown
All or Nothing At All (Think: Diane Krall)
December 7, 2006
Tenderness
All or nothing at all
Half a love never appealed to me
If your heart never could yield to me
Then I’d rather have nothing at all
All or nothing at all
If it’s love there ain’t no in-between
Why begin and cry for something that might have been
No I’d rather have nothing at all
Please don’t put your lips so close to my cheek
Don’t smile or I’ll be lost beyond recall
The kiss in your eyes the touch of your hand makes me weak
And my heart may grow dizzy and fall
And if I fell under the spell of your call
I would be caught in the undertow
So you see I’ve got to say no
All or nothing at all
Love is So Wonderful
Dancing in the Dark
December 7, 2006
A Morning Not Alone
I get up in the evening
and I ain’t got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain’t nothing but tired
Man I’m just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help
You can’t start a fire
You can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Message keeps getting clearer
radio’s on and I’m moving ’round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain’t getting nowhere
I’m just living in a dump like this
There’s something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is
You can’t start a fire
you can’t start a fire without a spark
This gun’s for hire
even if we’re just dancing in the dark
You sit around getting older
there’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me
I’ll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh’s on me
Stay on the streets of this town
and they’ll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I’m just about starving tonight
I’m dying for some action
I’m sick of sitting ’round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look
You can’t start a fire sitting ’round crying over a broken heart
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
You can’t start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun’s for hire
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Even if we’re just dancing in the dark
Hey baby
Bruce Springsteen
Album: Born in the USA
Dancer Series
Dasht-e-Tanhai~Wilderness of Loneliness~English Only
December 7, 2006
Burning Man 2002
In the desert of my solitude, oh
love of my life, quiver
the shadows of your voice
the mirage of your lips
In the desert of my solitude,
beneath the dust and ashes of distance
bloom the jasmines and roses of your proximity
From somewhere very close,
rises the warmth of your breath
smouldering in its own aroma,
slowly, bit by bit.
far away, across the horizon,
glistens drop by drop
the falling dew of your beguiling glance
With such tenderness, O love of my life,
on the cheek of my heart,
has your memory placed its hand right now
that it looks as if (though it’s still the dawn of adieu)
the sun of separation has set
and the night of union has arrived
By Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Translated by Ayesha Kaljuvee
Sung by Iqbal Bano
Link: Muziq.net
Play: Dasht-e-Tanhai
Love in the Dunes
