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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.

PROMPT: Teacher

Daily writing prompt
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

By the measure of having taught still useful lessons about HOW to think (those who taught me WHAT to think are largely forgotten along with their lessons,) that would be a tie between my 11th grade Psychology teacher and an undergrad Religious Studies professor. The former, among other ideas, first exposed me to what I would come to believe is the most important lesson of human existence under his label of the “gestalt of expectations.” [I’ve never heard anyone else refer to it as such, but the lesson was sound and I would latter find it in philosophies from Buddhism to Stoicism.] The latter teacher, among other ideas, exposed me to two common opposing modes of fallacious thinking, what he called “the outhouse fallacy” and “the first-est is best-est fallacy” (he was a folksy, if erudite, professor.)

In terms of personal growth and development, generally speaking, there are numerous teachers of martial arts, yoga, and other mind-body practices that are incomparable and thus unrankable. Not to mention, a sound argument can made for the repugnantly unhumble statement that I am my most influential (and most important) teacher. (I state this claim not as though I am unique, but as one that could apply to anyone.)

“Retort” by Paul Laurence Dunbar [w/ Audio]

"Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart,
"Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
To be led astray by the trick of a tress,
By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;"
And my heart was in sore distress.
Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair,
The light gleamed soft on her raven hair;
And her lips were blooming a rosy red.
Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air:
"Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"

Hornbill [Haiku]

perching hornbill:
a plodding half-ton bovine
doesn't merit attention.

The Other Shore [Free Verse]

Standing on the bank, 
Looking at the other shore --

A hundred meters or a mile?
Does it matter,
In such a fast flow?

If I were to swim for it,
Launching myself into
Those cold, choppy waves,
Which would I reach first:
The other shore, or
The Falls, downstream?

DAILY PHOTO: Zebra Blocks Cape Buffalo Portrait

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“Drunk in the Fairyland” by Huang Tingjian [w/ Audio]

In the face of heavy morning cloud again
And drizzling evening rain,
Leaning on each other, rugged the hills remain.

The Gorge of Witch and lofty peaks
Lock in the Southern Palace rosy cheeks.

In spring the halberds move in force,
Maids in fair dress welcome heroes on horse,
To the riverside town they go only.

I come to the wasteland a thousand miles away,
With my shadow so lonely.

How can I become cheerful and gay?

It is said the Southern land is so high,
It nearly scrapes the sky.
To the capital I stretch my eye,
I see but misty water far and nigh.

When I drank in the hall,
My friends were talents all.

Songstresses sang with rosy face
And dancers danced with grace,
Drunk, they intoxicated the place.

Hearing the cuckoo's home-going song
All the night long,
Could I resist my yearning strong?

Translation: Xu Yuanchong [translator]. 2021. Deep, Deep the Courtyard. [庭院深深.] Cite Publishing: Kuala Lumpur, pp. 191-192.

PROMPT: Every Day

Daily writing prompt
What do you wish you could do more every day?

Move playfully.

Submerge [Haiku]

a turtle
slips into the water:
no sound / no ripple.

Aesthete Levels [Free Verse]

       Anyone
can see beauty
in the flawless.

Artists
can see beauty
in the flawed.

Sages
can see beauty
in chaos.

DAILY PHOTO: Three Qatari Museums

Qatar Islamic Cultural Center
National Museum of Qatar
Museum of Islamic Art, Doha