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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.

DAILY PHOTO: Boulder in the Green

Cow Camo [Senryū]

cow camouflage:
sitting in tall grass, stilly —
unsuccessful.

“Fame is a Bee” (1788) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Fame is a bee.
It has a song --
It has a sting --
Ah, too, it has a wing.

DAILY PHOTO: Indian Cityscape

Hive [Haiku]

the wasp hive:
its crescent entrances
see steady to & fro.

“Riverside Daffodils” by Chen Yuyi [w/ Audio]

I still remember drinking on the Bridge of Noon
With bright wits of the day.
The silent moon
On endless river rolled away.
In lacy shadows cast by apricot flowers
We played our flutes till morning hours.

O'er twenty years have passed like dreams;
It is a wonder that I'm still alive.
Carefree, I mount the tower bathed in moonbeams.
So many things passed long
Ago survive
Only in fishermen's midnight song.

Translation: This Song Dynasty poem was translated by Xu Yuanchong in: Xu Yuanchong [translator]. 2021. Deep, Deep the Courtyard. [庭院深深.] Cite Publishing: Kuala Lumpur, p. 212-213

Mixed Messages [Haiku]

harvested fields
sit dry and barren
as trees flower.

Armada [Haiku]

dark gray clouds
glide over like a
daunting armada.

DAILY PHOTO: Kaohsiung Highrises

BOOKS: “Road to Mussoorie” by Ruskin Bond

Roads to MussoorieRoads to Mussoorie by Ruskin Bond
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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This is a collection of essays about Bond’s home of many years, Mussoorie, along with — as the title suggests — the areas one comes through traveling to – and hiking out of – Mussoorie. The book ventures from a straight up travelogue into ghost stories, local gossip, autobiography, and municipal history. It enlightens the reader on the White Woman of Mussoorie, on the death of its cinema, and on the town’s historical involvement in colonial licentiousness.

I enjoyed this short book. It’s humorous and offers one a feel of hill station India.

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