maybe it's been a while since you two spoke
when the dead sea still hosted life
the hanging gardens of babylon grew in sinc with the breath of the planet
before the tower of pisa started to lean
or mayan buildings were in ruin
1/ A LONG LOUD SIGH
genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light
sometimes
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze
moved but frozen
like a stranger it moves in
does its work and leaves
maybe it's been a while since you two spoke
when the dead sea still hosted life
the hanging gardens of babylon grew in sinc with the breath of the planet
before the tower of pisa started to lean
or mayan buildings were in ruin
so you write words
any words
they might at least soothe your hurt
hold your heart in a protective shield
you know how crippling unrequited love can be
do you still dream of its hug
genius?
life and love share more than a first letter
(like the first letter you wrote under the veil of inspiration)
they also share good and evil
it's a flip of the coin
either way is fine with you
you'd bathe in holy water or sell your soul
life love passion
somewhere in there -it lives
genius
all of nature a reflection through its transparent figure glows dark
like the shadows live in the radiant illumination of evening rays
so let me speak of us
recently when i tried to hold you
you were like a ghost in the bright of day
a phantom out of its element
there was nothing of you i could embrace
when i tried to enter you a freezing cold ran through me like a winter brook
you exhaled me
as if i were fog on a deserted country road
invisible to absent eyes
still you were my drug of choice
addicted -i chased the dragon
you
genius
memories fill me
days when we would paint words
stitch in a metaphor or two
weave in music
write instruments to fill in the spaces
ordain a voice
i remember
you wanted to taste me
i was overwhelmed
how you put your fingers on my lips
how you licked them
you
genius
you were that giant pine i would climb in the dead of winter
(why do they say that "the dead of winter"
winter will die when hell freezes over
winter isn't death
it's purgatory)
the one with the needles that punctures human skin
come to me again and touch me
like the butterfly does the wind
barely but thoroughly
(is it true that just a tiny flutter of their wings could be
the start of a hurricane -are the icebergs melting)
i didn't just write that out loud -did i
with you I'm shy
genius
GENIUS?
fine
hide
don't show yourself
don't speak to me
fine
don't bother with rising the sun today
forget those showers you create your magic arch with
vacuum away all the plants
lower your wall of blue
i'm not interested anymore in those pillowy shapes i use to love so
i've always known it is fire that cleanses
water that burns
it is the moon that breaks the heart
the stars that slaps the face
i've always known by the time we see one
in our time
it's already extinguished
already dead
sometimes
it is our friends that will use us
our heroes that will lie to our face
our blood will betray our trust
our teachers will fail us
our leaders treat us like just another job
the devout that will exhibit hatred
still i believe
no matter what else
the rose will always survive
the petals deceiving
they will repel all that is unholy
grab it by the neck and squeeze out its black ooze
leaving a gentle soul there to admire its adversary
i dare confront the beauty of nature's art unframed
canvas loose to admire
genius
i miss you but i am out of tears
do drop in though
i can offer you a cup of dry warmth
soothing like burning logs that crackle with laughter
take you to my secret place
behind the camouflage of forests dense
where vines grow through spiral staircases
made of turtle shells
and dressed in discarded snake skins
green is the theme there
it’s everywhere
unabridged
unabated
unaffected
undisturbed
with a fuming
burning
yearning
to be touched
so let's
let's grab
hold
squeeze
feel free from the cheap paradigm offered
i don't think you know
even while you sleep
i hold your hand
genius
dream a full rainbow on a fingernail moon night
feel february twenty ninth its absolute might
taste fully the slight of a pheasant in flight
yearn eternal life -wish a vampire's bite
concoct rhymes nicely fluffed with built in sight
genius?
on this sombre morning the sun is blinding
damn my eyes
there is a negative entity drapes our children's world
shame on us
shame on you
i’m reduced to an objective observer
life glides on the little wings of its carrier
its final resting point in the hands of the wind
another life carried away on a worker bee
busy stealing nectar from a succulent bud
a stowaway hangs on for dear life to the flyers leg
gets off at the next flower
meets up with a companion to create a new life
genius
everything changed when I met you
was the sun rising or the mountain sinking
was that an orange globe against a blue sky
or a lit round hole in a sad wisp of air
i'll play a keyless piano
if you'll paint me a horizon I can reach
i'll sing you a ballad with a single note
i walked into my life without consideration
maybe crawled
all the same
when do I get a choice
if i could direct a few more plays
my art my life
genius?
i long for your influence
even one last time
give you one last kiss goodnight
Armand Hamouth
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Always. No, your company is not an exception.
A tactic I don’t appreciate at all because of how unfairly it penalizes low-leverage, junior employees, and those loyal enough not to question it, but that’s negotiation for you after all. Weaponized information asymmetry.
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And by the way, you should never be worried that an offer would be withdrawn if you politely negotiate.
I have seen this happen *extremely* rarely, mostly to women, and anyway is a giant red flag. It suggests you probably didn’t want to work there.
You wish there was no negotiating so it would all be more fair? I feel you, but it’s not happening.
Instead, negotiate hard, use your privilege, and then go and share numbers with your underrepresented and underpaid colleagues. […]
Always. No, your company is not an exception.
A tactic I don’t appreciate at all because of how unfairly it penalizes low-leverage, junior employees, and those loyal enough not to question it, but that’s negotiation for you after all. Weaponized information asymmetry.
Listen to Aditya
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And by the way, you should never be worried that an offer would be withdrawn if you politely negotiate.
I have seen this happen *extremely* rarely, mostly to women, and anyway is a giant red flag. It suggests you probably didn’t want to work there.
You wish there was no negotiating so it would all be more fair? I feel you, but it’s not happening.
Instead, negotiate hard, use your privilege, and then go and share numbers with your underrepresented and underpaid colleagues. […]
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MDZS is laden with buddhist references. As a South Asian person, and history buff, it is so interesting to see how Buddhism, which originated from India, migrated, flourished & changed in the context of China. Here's some research (🙏🏼 @starkjeon for CN insight + citations)
1. LWJ’s sword Bichen ‘is likely an abbreviation for the term 躲避红尘 (duǒ bì hóng chén), which can be translated as such: 躲避: shunning or hiding away from 红尘 (worldly affairs; which is a buddhist teaching.) (https://t.co/zF65W3roJe) (abbrev. TWX)
2. Sandu (三 毒), Jiang Cheng’s sword, refers to the three poisons (triviṣa) in Buddhism; desire (kāma-taṇhā), delusion (bhava-taṇhā) and hatred (vibhava-taṇhā).
These 3 poisons represent the roots of craving (tanha) and are the cause of Dukkha (suffering, pain) and thus result in rebirth.
Interesting that MXTX used this name for one of the characters who suffers, arguably, the worst of these three emotions.
3. The Qian kun purse “乾坤袋 (qián kūn dài) – can be called “Heaven and Earth” Pouch. In Buddhism, Maitreya (मैत्रेय) owns this to store items. It was believed that there was a mythical space inside the bag that could absorb the world.” (TWX)
1. LWJ’s sword Bichen ‘is likely an abbreviation for the term 躲避红尘 (duǒ bì hóng chén), which can be translated as such: 躲避: shunning or hiding away from 红尘 (worldly affairs; which is a buddhist teaching.) (https://t.co/zF65W3roJe) (abbrev. TWX)
2. Sandu (三 毒), Jiang Cheng’s sword, refers to the three poisons (triviṣa) in Buddhism; desire (kāma-taṇhā), delusion (bhava-taṇhā) and hatred (vibhava-taṇhā).
These 3 poisons represent the roots of craving (tanha) and are the cause of Dukkha (suffering, pain) and thus result in rebirth.
Interesting that MXTX used this name for one of the characters who suffers, arguably, the worst of these three emotions.
3. The Qian kun purse “乾坤袋 (qián kūn dài) – can be called “Heaven and Earth” Pouch. In Buddhism, Maitreya (मैत्रेय) owns this to store items. It was believed that there was a mythical space inside the bag that could absorb the world.” (TWX)
#sculpture #story -
Chandesha-Anugraha Murti - One of the Sculpture in Brihadeshwara Temple at Gangaikonda Cholapuram - built by Raja Rajendra Chola I
This Sculpture depicts Bhagwan Shiva along with Devi Paravathi blessing Chandeshwara - one of the 63 Nayanmars.
#Thread
Chandeshwara/Chandikeshwara is regarded as custodian of Shiva Temple's wealth&most of Shiva temples in South India has separate sannathi for him.
His bhakti for Bhagwan Shiva elevated him as one of foremost among Nayanmars.
He gave importance to Shiva Pooja&protection of cows.
There are series of paintings, illustrating the #story of Chandikeshwar in the premises of
Sri Sathiyagireeswarar #Temple at Seinganur,near Kumbakonam,TN
Chandikeshwara's birth name
is Vichara sarman.He was born in the village of Senganur on the banks of River Manni.
His Parent names were Yajnathatan and Pavithrai.
Vichara Sarman was a gifted child and he learnt Vedas and Agamas at a very young age.
He was very devout and would always think about Bhagwan Shiva.
One day he saw a cowherd man brutally assaulting a cow,Vichara Sarman could not tolerate this. He spoke to cowherd: ‘Do you not know that the cow is worshipful & divine? All gods & Devas reside in https://t.co/ElLcI5ppsK it is our duty to protect cows &we should not to harm them.
Chandesha-Anugraha Murti - One of the Sculpture in Brihadeshwara Temple at Gangaikonda Cholapuram - built by Raja Rajendra Chola I
This Sculpture depicts Bhagwan Shiva along with Devi Paravathi blessing Chandeshwara - one of the 63 Nayanmars.
#Thread
Chandeshwara/Chandikeshwara is regarded as custodian of Shiva Temple's wealth&most of Shiva temples in South India has separate sannathi for him.
His bhakti for Bhagwan Shiva elevated him as one of foremost among Nayanmars.
He gave importance to Shiva Pooja&protection of cows.
There are series of paintings, illustrating the #story of Chandikeshwar in the premises of
Sri Sathiyagireeswarar #Temple at Seinganur,near Kumbakonam,TN
Chandikeshwara's birth name
is Vichara sarman.He was born in the village of Senganur on the banks of River Manni.
His Parent names were Yajnathatan and Pavithrai.
Vichara Sarman was a gifted child and he learnt Vedas and Agamas at a very young age.
He was very devout and would always think about Bhagwan Shiva.
One day he saw a cowherd man brutally assaulting a cow,Vichara Sarman could not tolerate this. He spoke to cowherd: ‘Do you not know that the cow is worshipful & divine? All gods & Devas reside in https://t.co/ElLcI5ppsK it is our duty to protect cows &we should not to harm them.