She spoke words of fire and hope,
The poet climbing the hill, taking a people with her,
Fighting against the outgoing tide of grief and mischief,
Carrying the flag of hope –
Not of a State, no, no, but of a better humanity, a richer tomorrow;
Carrying it to the…
Sitting under a Neohumanist moon,
soft lights dancing.
People gather, guitars buzz and hum,
Jangling the air, sonic ripples tickle my chest
The children are entranced — families cluster together
Coagulated humanity forming fractal patterns
Ambient heat…collective flow.
We celebrate Loro’Sae and Tetum voices rise
storying place, a chorus of hearts:
ah bitter memories and the pull of ghosts.
Moon, tarnished like bloodied brass
looks down and smiles on the crowd,
the music and the shadowed trees
as the music crashes, inevitably
towards the tonic.
Setting the Scene
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What follows is an excerpt from the Forword to my book The Next Big Thing! by Professor Ananta Kumar Giri. Giri is a prolific writer, global wayfarer and deep thinker whose curiosity with the human condition is relentless and dynamic. He is a great co-traveller and spirit.
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