Once Upon a Time in the south of Spain there was a beautiful princess. The Princess' land was ruled by an evil democratically-elected parliament which sent a Dragon named VAT to interfere with commerce.
The princess gave yoga lessons on the roof of her castle in order to buy fiber and phalli for children until the day the evil VAT came to nest under the drawbridge and started eating the royal pupils.
One day a great Lama came on an armored horse to visit the Princess only to (Telic cause) be blocked by the dragon. The princess saw this from her bedroom in the tower and ran down to save the Lama. She and the Dragon faced each other and the princess opened her mouth and blew fire on the Dragon who flew away. And everyone lived happily ever after.
Magical tale by Doug Pascover, brother extraordinaire and divine storyteller.
This is Jombe. She is the wife of my friend, Lama Chönam’s, cousin. The picture carries with it a personal story.
I met Chönam, a Tibetan Buddhist monk, in 1996 and we became steadfast friends. He considers me his sister from a past life and so we share a very strong bond. That summer, he went to Tibet to visit his nomad family and took with him a picture of me. Later on, he told me that when he showed them my picture, Jombe, whom I have never met, turned white, grabbed the picture and asked that he let her keep it. She later explained that for years she’d had dreams and visions of me and it was comforting for her to see that I was in fact real and that I had come to her in this life, if only through a picture. She was convinced that we were somehow connected and immediately gave Chönam a black and white headshot of herself with a note written out to me on the back in Chinese that reads: “Dear Miz BoheMia, Throughout the years, you have visited me often in my dreams. I long for the day of our reunion. To when we meet again, Jombe.”
In the poem, I refer to her as the sun and to myself as the moon, for they are inextricably linked yet never really meet. I refer to the sun as outliving the moon as a symbol that she remembers this past whereas I remain blind, empty of memories. The green expanse and blue domain refer to Tibet as the landscape is mostly grasslands against a backdrop of crisp and clear blue skies.
Jombe’s picture was taken in 1980. In that year, Regan became president of the United States, the revolution was established in Iran when Khomeini took over, American hostages were taken by Iran and Russia invaded Afghanistan. 1980 also marked my third year in Spain. I was five and moved there when I was two. It was a time of change where events significant in molding me took place. I never went back to Iran because of the revolution and the tremendous change that took place 1998, when my then fiancé and I were to be married. Is there a connection between that year, my life and Jombe’s picture? I do not know for I cannot remember. It is all mere “echoes of the past,/ shy whispers in my ears./”
Pia- My dear friend, thank you for the undeserved-yet-oh-so-loved-by-my-fragile-ego words! 'Tis I who am constantly amazed by you my dear!
Thank you sweet Shayna!
You are in awe? And I am one flattered and honored bohemian my dear and magical Semina1 Gracias...
Really? I am flabbergasted at the response to this poem my dear Neva and am thankful that you like it for your opinion means the world to me and so thank you my sweet friend... I knew it would be a story you would like though! :-)
Why thank you my dear friend... I am actually honored and always in awe that such a story could have entered my life... it was thrilling to hear of a Tibetan woman, all the way in Tibet, who had seen me in visions!
As an update on Jombe, she is now battling a weight problem (but I have seen more recent pics and she is just beautiful) and is an eye surgeon in Tibet and does all she can to help her countrymen... impressive to say the least!
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This is Jombe. She is the wife of my friend, Lama Chönam’s, cousin. The picture carries with it a personal story.
I met Chönam, a Tibetan Buddhist monk, in 1996 and we became steadfast friends. He considers me his sister from a past life and so we share a very strong bond. That summer, he went to Tibet to visit his nomad family and took with him a picture of me. Later on, he told me that when he showed them my picture, Jombe, whom I have never met, turned white, grabbed the picture and asked that he let her keep it. She later explained that for years she’d had dreams and visions of me and it was comforting for her to see that I was in fact real and that I had come to her in this life, if only through a picture. She was convinced that we were somehow connected and immediately gave Chönam a black and white headshot of herself with a note written out to me on the back in Chinese that reads: “Dear Miz BoheMia, Throughout the years, you have visited me often in my dreams. I long for the day of our reunion. To when we meet again, Jombe.”
In the poem, I refer to her as the sun and to myself as the moon, for they are inextricably linked yet never really meet. I refer to the sun as outliving the moon as a symbol that she remembers this past whereas I remain blind, empty of memories. The green expanse and blue domain refer to Tibet as the landscape is mostly grasslands against a backdrop of crisp and clear blue skies.
Jombe’s picture was taken in 1980. In that year, Regan became president of the United States, the revolution was established in Iran when Khomeini took over, American hostages were taken by Iran and Russia invaded Afghanistan. 1980 also marked my third year in Spain. I was five and moved there when I was two. It was a time of change where events significant in molding me took place. I never went back to Iran because of the revolution and the tremendous change that took place 1998, when my then fiancé and I were to be married. Is there a connection between that year, my life and Jombe’s picture? I do not know for I cannot remember. It is all mere “echoes of the past,/ shy whispers in my ears./”
It's a beautiful poem--and love the story that goes with it
You never fail to amaze me MizzyB
It's a poem of beauty... as is the story... simply wonderful...
I have tears in my eyes ~~ a beautiful poem and story.
I am in awe, your connection with the spirit is unique :}
this may well be my FAVORITE work of yours, to date. which is saying a lot, because i am in complete awe of every single thing you write.
stunning, beautiful, incredibly poignant.... and the presentation is impeccable. my god, this is completely lovely, dearest friend! xox
Pia- My dear friend, thank you for the undeserved-yet-oh-so-loved-by-my-fragile-ego words! 'Tis I who am constantly amazed by you my dear!
Thank you sweet Shayna!
You are in awe? And I am one flattered and honored bohemian my dear and magical Semina1 Gracias...
Really? I am flabbergasted at the response to this poem my dear Neva and am thankful that you like it for your opinion means the world to me and so thank you my sweet friend... I knew it would be a story you would like though! :-)
El mal escribano le echa la culpa a la pluma.
Your pen need not worry dear bohemian that was awesome.
Gracias sweet chica... flattery will get you everywhere! ;-P
Absolutely beautiful - the picture, the story, the poem. There is nothing more I can say that would not detract from your soulful words.
xox
Why thank you my dear friend... I am actually honored and always in awe that such a story could have entered my life... it was thrilling to hear of a Tibetan woman, all the way in Tibet, who had seen me in visions!
As an update on Jombe, she is now battling a weight problem (but I have seen more recent pics and she is just beautiful) and is an eye surgeon in Tibet and does all she can to help her countrymen... impressive to say the least!
What an extraordinary story, and a beautiful poem! I enjoyed both:)
Glad and flattered that you did! Thanks for popping into the quieter and more subtle pink place...
that is so rich in history. i loved it, poppet.
Excellent poem. I love how you encompassed all that you did, I also love the graphics!
{illyria}- Thank you oh poetess de mi corazón!
Smurf- Glad you liked it all!
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