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An Ode To Code
Builders and scripters are what bring life to Second Life.
People in the coding world, our software engineers who speak coding languages like C++, Python, PHP, Ruby, JavaScript, laugh at the language that runs Second Life.
It makes our world move, like in the real world and sometimes even better:)
I have an expression, “To build is sublime…but to animate is Divine”
Please watch on YouTube in HD and Full screen and Enjoy!
I Am an Avatar

Karima Hoisan is my avatar. I am Karima Hoisan in the virtual world.
Sentimental and nostalgic, I look back on the eve of my virtual birthday
on what it means to be an avatar in 2020.
For me this was never a game..I took it seriously from the first moment I fell from the virtual sky and landed on an island that would become my own..because “Destiny Is.”
December 26, 2007.
I will be 13 years old this Saturday! We celebrate this moment called a “Rez Day”, as it marks the first time, an avatar named Karima Hoisan was born , entered and became part of Second life. I took my first virtual breath as a digital newborn in the body of a newly chosen avatar.
My first days were friendless, clueless but amazed 😱
I have lived and learned to navigate the virtual world
and now I am considered an oldie…a veteran.
In this last year I have felt its comfort, where I can take everything
that is inside of me, that makes me, me and put it in a virtual body that is still healthy.,
in a world that is still healthy and functioning normally.
My avatar 2008…beginning to adjust, navigate,
decorate and make friends…
I am soul infused.
In a world where people circulate without masks and there is no pandemic going on, but there is comfort for those who have lost someone, or are sick, there are people to reach out to and they can touch you.
The more you navigate the world, the more feelings you can feel..you can even trick your body to perceive what you should not be able to perceive: the smells of crisp fresh air of a pine forest breeze, or the ocean roaring in at your feet.
I am a soul-infused avatar
everything you know and feel about me, through my poetry, you can feel when
my avatar speaks to you…
I can dance and run through the fields, and in sheer exuberance,
take off and fly over the tree tops..This now seems natural to me..
and my heart fills with joy.. and this joy fills me with peace and inspiration.
I can dance boleros, create, amazing projects with others and laugh in crowds
yet feel safe, even when someone sneezes.

I am paranoia free in my virtual world, when if stressed, I can float and bob in the waves and hear the sounds and feel the water holding me. 
A floating Welcome-back for Nat
I am not watching a cartoon figure navigate a video game, I am that creature..the avatar and I see everything in this world through my eyes… The borders of my 15 inch screen have disappeared and like the looking glass I pass inside;
I see, just like in real life. I can appear real or surreal..it makes no difference, I am still inside.
Floating With Dale, brainstorming a project
I have loved and lost and cried real tears and felt real pain,
but I have learned to bounce back and learn to live it again.
I have made films, read my poetry to thousands of people over the years, created music, and become a 3D artist and sculptor.
Giving Poetry Readings to 25-40 people from all over the world in all different venues:
The swamps of New Toulouse Louisiana or Historic Clubs like The Chelsea in NYC


I inherited 2 Pisces sisters along the way, one from The Midwest USA and one from South Africa and another sister from.London for almost 13 years.


I watch videos every night for 11 years at the same time with a friend and Buddy in Florida:) I create worlds with my best scripter friend Dale Innis in New York. and none of those things would be possible living in my small Latin American town, that is mostly locked down again for the great spike in Covid cases
“Mad Men” in Virtual with Menubar! Can you see us sitting in our little highchairs?
Brainstorming with Dale Innis
I have friends who smile and interact with me from all the continents.
I can take in a live show of music where the musicians might be playing in different countries and yet we hear them in harmony and sync real time and we can ask for a favorite song and they will play it with our dedication!!:)
I have been a horse, a vampire, a tiny snow leopard and anything I can imagine, I can be for awhile…The possibilities are limitless..If you can imagine it..you can create it You can be it!


At the Opera with my hedgehog friend:)
Now… in 2020 I realize how very important the virtual world can be.
because in this last year, life droned on out of pitch and out of time…
and instead of doing lunch, meeting up for coffee and holding and shaking hands..
we stayed at home and ran away from each other;
we kept our distances, we covered our faces ,we washed-our hands and
lost our sense of human touch.
A hug is a hug in any world
As an avatar, a hand on my shoulder is not an idle gesture
It is a connection and I feel it and feel very lucky to be so alive virtually.
In a time of not very many, I am still making memories, and the brain processes a virtual experience in the same way as a real one. How many chats can you remember? How many zoom calls will you recall? Ah but to dance on the sand and hear the pounding of the waves..to laugh with your sisters until you cry..those memories will stay forever and….
You can take pictures!!
Gamma & Shesa at Kari’s Bar & Dance Circa 1920’s

Natascha Randt & Karima Hoisan- Randt & Hoisan Productions
So free to be me, when in my virtual day, while outside, I am shuttered in my home, watching like a skeptical spectator all the kings horses and all of his men,
trying to reassemble Humpty Dumpty again and bring that human longing for connection, that human need for touch and laughter and purpose, back to us in our real lives.
I am so grateful for these last 13 years of a virtual life, that I have lived fully
and parallel to my real life!!!
Happy Rez Day to me December 26, 2020!! I’m all grown up:)
The Molded One

What I’m learning
as a soul in a body
that is expiring…
Creation is everywhere
and in our hands;
it’s part of you and part of me…
being made in a Creator’s image;
it comes bundled inside.
I know I am the molded one..
I did not do the original molding.
I did not make a tree;
I am just happy to look up,
into its branches and praise a creator
so much greater than me..
I have learned so much..
and yet…
I feel I barely scraped the surface.
How can that be?
There is a day for me..
when I am done
and yet…
I think I will never be.
Inside of me and holding me,
is the creative touch…
It’s in absolutely all of us..
and yet,
the gift is being able to see,
to find it, sense it lives within us..
It is the most well- kept secret;
if we can unlock it,
if we are gifted with that key…
the world becomes:
a new day
a new canvas
a blank page,
a planted seedling.
We just wave our hands
and let our minds dream…
tap into that stream,
that has always been there,
since the beginning of Time..
before our birth and after we die
and it is all part of the gift of Life.
I have my tears…
and I can see through blurry crystal leaves,
and it makes it even more beautiful for me..
when the pain subsides..I am back!
I’m, alive and I am still here…
and that canvas waits,
and those hearts need kindness
and that person needs to be held,
and the poems will come
and the tears can be dried
and the lessons will be learned
and the paintings will be signed
and I have so much more to do,
before I run out of…
my expiring time.
Karima Hoisan
December 20, 2020
Costa Rica
Posted in General Discussion, Poems
Tagged Creation, Creativity, Humanity, Life, Poems, Poetry, The Creator
28 Comments
When The Poem Arrives…

When The Poem Arrives
I have felt it coming for days..
and yet…
not a word has been put down,
because it’s still on its way.
Whatever it is,
my muse wants to say,
there is no hurrying that,
or rushing to the end.
No, I am the spectator here,
wondering when it will begin,
wondering when I will be called in..
to just serve as the
stenographer,
the photographer,
the willing midwife to a verse
that wants to be born,
wants to set those thoughts down
in ink and print,
in rhythm and rhyme .
I’m so ready for…
when the poem arrives.
Whatever is needed of me.
I’m here, I will do it;
just knock and let me know.
I’m in the other room,
but aware that, when it’s my turn,
when my time has come,
to scribble it out
and save it before it fades…
I am ready, to open wide the door.
I am always ready…but patient,
as these moments can’t be arranged
are not in my control.
When a poem is coming ..
stop thinking, stop pondering
It’s not important what might be written.
I just know,
it will flow through me, when it gets here.,
and in the end,
it will be just want I wanted to say.
I am the lover bathed and perfumed,
because when it arrives at my door,
when it knocks, I come running..
the loving poet here and now,
to attend all its needs.
I make sure this thought is not lost,
on some foggy side road,
lost in the trivia of eat , work and sleep.
I give it a candle-light welcome,
arms stretched out to receive
and then…take it by the hand
roll it through my mind until my fingers dance
and write it all down from
that special focused place, of poetry and trance….
because, when the poem arrives…
I am always ready.
Karima Hoisan
December 14, 2020
Costa Rica
Posted in General Discussion, Poems, Uncategorized
Tagged Art of Writing Poetry, Creative Trance, Creativity, Empty Mind, Flow, Muse, Poems, Poetry, Poets
30 Comments
Surfacing

Surfacing
for Umahmad
The ducks caught your attention
As you strode to the lake shore, bubbling angry energy.
It was like they caught each strife and slowly turned them into grace.
The breeze hit our faces, all the ducks looked only to you
and you sat down, while I slipped bread into your hand.
“Feed them. They are always hungry. They will be yours for a sunset.”
Breaking off little portions, you threw them methodically, trying to be fair,
while I laid on your knee and counted Texas cotton balls stitched to blue sky.
There was that incredible moment of lucidity, when you were just normal,
shining seconds everyone hopes for in your life, but hardly ever sees.
I knew I was in the eye of the miracle when you turned to look at me,
“I’m so sorry if I have caused you pain. There is something going on inside
of me but I feel soon, I will be myself again”
The clouds held my gaze, while I held my breath
You held my head propped and melded to your leg like an after -thought,
like Siamese twins joined by the knee and head,
something so rare, a picture would be in order, if we had brought a camera.
I said thank you to that Messenger that spoke out of your lips…
and let my tears flow into the lake, some blessed ducks called home.
Karima Hoisan
July 17, 2010
Lake Arlington Texas
*Preface My soulmate, Umahmad, was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia in 2007.
She was only in her 30’s, we were living in Jordan and it progressed quickly. She had made applications for her and her 4 children to be refugees in Texas, before she became gravely ill. Her prayers were answered in 2010, but she was almost not lucid enough to even know where she was going, yet she left Jordan with 4 young children (the oldest was maybe 19, to start a new life.
The children asked me to please come to Texas where they were relocated and help them with English and ..well everything. I did and in the 4 months I was there with them, I only saw her lucid one time.. where she knew who I was…who she was. This moment you just read…I tried to capture in the poem.
Posted in General Discussion, Poems
Tagged Iraqi Refugees, Memories, Mental Health, Poems, Poetry, Schizophrenia, Soulmates
32 Comments
More About The Poet

More About The Poet
Now you know a bit more about this poet….
I have a cat and a black piano, a piano and cat are part of me.
Both are important for my soul, for my need to touch, to create and love,
to pull myself out of me and lift off into a kinder realm,
where all cats are taken care of and pianos are played by people who love them,
Both need care and both reward me, for remembering..
My cat sits above me, feeling the vibrations of the keys,
lightly touched or stroked deeply,
her purrs adjust to the sounds, as the photos on the mantle shudder.
We are approaching a harmony, the kind where her purrs resonate
and the keys respond to every wave and we are riding it now,
a wave of sound and soft fur, and inspiration, and just to hold it this way,
I slow the pace and lighten the line and pianissimo is now her yawn.
The reassuring pedal sustains, the loveliest phrases, my cat closes her eyes.
My well- fed cat, allows herself to doze off to a well-tuned piano,
as I play the last note and she falls sound asleep.
Now, this exact moment, where we connected; this moment…
is what happiness is for me.
Karima Hoisan
December 5, 2020
Costa Rica
Posted in Poems
Tagged Cats, Connection, Friendship, Inspiration, Love, Music, Pianos, Poetry
25 Comments
Thank You To Spillwords Press For Accepting My 2nd Poem, “Coming Up From The Dead,” For Publication

Hi everyone,
just want to share with you, that another poem I submitted to Spillwords.com was accepted and published November 29, 2020. I posted this poem just last month here in my blog, “Coming Up From The Dead.” I was not permitted to write a dedication or explanation, but this poem, speaks of our beloved Corcovado National Park in Costa Rica, and exalts the experience of seeing flocks of wild macaws flying free.
I invite you to visit or re-visit the poem again on their site and if you deem it worthy,
Click on a little tiny heart and give it a love:)❤️
Here’s the link: https://spillwords.com/coming-up-from-the-dead/
Peace,
Karima
Posted in Announcements, Poems, Uncategorized
Tagged Costa Rica, Macaws, nature, Peace, Poems, Poetry, Re-birth, Spillwords Press, Spillwords.com
19 Comments
Recap and Recording of Circe’s Poetry Reading 11/28/2020
Hello everyone,
I am putting the link to hear the recording from my reading last night.
I did give a shout-out to a few WordPress friends, who expressed interest in hearing it.:)
Click HERE to listen. You can download it or stream it on your browser.
There were about 25 people people, who sat on mushrooms or the ground and
I think everyone really enjoyed it. People comment in local chat, and from the comments they looked like they did:)
Here are a few pictures to give you an idea. I hope you enjoy listening to what I do in Second Life! I read a lot of my most recent poems but to carefully chosen music for each. Enjoy !!


Two Poems for Umahmad

Mated Beauty
For Umahmad
In your arms, my pain meets a higher call
To transform obediently tonight
Into a funny child with laughing eyes
Who glows over the room with gentle light.
The gifts we get are measured and beloved,
The Writer of our book knows just the time
To leave a present when we ache too much;
A healing salve to cure a soul sublime.
So lie beside me, hear the morning call.
Our prayers today beginning side by side,
Before we rise to give our thanks on knees,
Tell me you feel our destiny’s still tied.
I kiss you, not with a lover’s passion,
But from a deeper need that lies here, too.
The search for that one soul to bind entwined
My mated beauty, you and only you!
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If I Should Write A Love Poem
(With Threads of Gold)
For Umahmad
If I should write one poem of my love
To you, it would be wrapped in threads of gold,
For you have been the treasure of my life,
Singular piece released from Allah’s hold.
Words stammer not, but flow like sacred prayer.
In golden threads of spider’s web I cling,
The intricacies of our lover’s tale
Trap me above all lesser mundane things.
Your aura glows around your raven hair;
Our bodies glide, the straight path we do choose,
As evening light leaves golden threads behind
We bow, and pray our course to never lose.
You are for me my purest loving truth,
Golden threads tied to our souls do bind.
Our love affair, uncommon though it be,
Has lasted when all others fell behind.
How subtle and sublime this feels to me,
Love bound in threads of gold, eternally.
Karima Hoisan
Jordan 2004
Jordan 2004
Posted in Poems, Uncategorized
Tagged Bi-Amorous, Love, Platonic Love, Platonic Romance, Poems, Poetry, Soulmates
25 Comments
Karima Reads Her Poetry@Circe’s Saturday-Nov. 28th-6pm SLT

Hi everyone,
I will be reading at Circe’s New Poets Sanctuary, this coming Saturday at 6 pm SLT.
It’s been over a year since I read there, as you might recall I was a vampire last time:)
See Post
I am really looking forward to being back and I have been a busy bee poet in lock-down,
so I have all new, never- performed -in- public, poems to share with you all, plus..lots of great music behind, as I stream for an hour at the relaxing venue at Circe’s.
Please join me and I promise to give you an entertaining hour of all originals, set to awesome music, that I have been hand picking for months.
Here’s your Virtual taxi to whisk you to a toadstool: Landmark for Circe’s
If you are a WordPress friend and don’t feel like the idea of making an avatar and going virtual, please send me a comment and I will let you know, how you can hear it live as a podcast on your web browser in the comfort of your real life:)
For those of you in-world, come early at 5pm SLT to hear and be part of the Open Mic section, where you can read one of your own. I am the featured poet and will begin at 6pm sharp! I am really looking forward to being back!
Join me! I would love to see you there.
*Note…SLT is the same time as, Pacific Daylight Time (PDT)
Love,
Karima
