Please Stay!

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Gino arranging pillows

Please Stay!
For Gino

You seem to be haunting us all quite evenhandedly
I had a dream and then he had a dream and she told me
she had a dream about you..

In her dream, I gave you permission to come back and live here
in this house, and in any form; even as a ghost you would be welcome.
Of course you are welcome..this house is more yours than mine or any of us..
You poured in such love, groomed plants to fill us with extra oxygen
Carried food to where we worked, tucked us all in at night.
All day, even when I don’t see you, I sense you are close,
feeding the parrot, arranging the flowers making me laugh until I cry.
You Are this house, part of the very fabric, and even death can not release you.
It is our honor to have you keep residing here, walking through the rooms,
waving your hand and strewing peace and joy like incense, that surrounds us.
We knew this house was magical, and we knew who helped to keep that magic safe.
Even if we can’t catch a side-eyed view, of your specter in a mirror some day,
We know you are still hard at work, the keeper of the keys, of all our history,
the keeper of our hearts and all our secrets, your noble soul; we are your destiny.

Your footsteps can still be heard on the arabesque tiles in the hall,
that you strode with such grace and if you choose to hover here
floating and watching over forever; we all say, a definitive, “Yes! Please stay.”

Karima Hoisan
June 28, 2020
Costa Rica

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En Español

Por Favor Quédate!
Para Gino

Parece que nos persigue a todos de manera bastante imparcial
Tuve un sueño y luego él tuvo un sueño y ella me contó
que ella tuvo un sueño contigo …

En su sueño, te di permiso para volver y vivir aquí,
en esta casa y en cualquier forma; incluso como fantasma serías bienvenido.
Por supuesto, de nada … esta casa es más tuyo que la mía o de cualquiera de nosotros …
Vertiste tanto amor, cuidaste las plantas para llenarnos de oxígeno extra
Llevaste comida a donde trabajamos, Dijiste, “Pasen buenas noches” a todos por la noche.
Todo el día, incluso cuando no te veo, siento que estás cerca,
alimentando al loro, arreglando las flores haciéndome reír hasta que lloro.
Eres esta casa, parte de la tela misma, e incluso la muerte no puede liberarte.
Es un honor tenerte seguir viviendo aquí, caminando por las habitaciones.
agitando tu mano y esparciendo paz y alegría como incienso, que nos rodea.
Sabíamos que esta casa era mágica, y sabíamos quién ayudó a mantener esa magia a salvo.
Incluso si no podemos ver una vista lateral, de su espectro en un espejo algún día,
Sabemos que todavía estás trabajando duro, el guardián de las llaves, de toda nuestra historia,
el guardián de nuestros corazones y todos nuestros secretos, tu noble alma; fuimos tu destino

Tus pasos todavía se pueden escuchar en el pasillo de azulejos arabescos
que caminaste con tanta gracia y si elige pasar el rato aquí
flotando y velando por siempre; todos decimos definitivamente: “¡Sí! Por favor quédate.”

 

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Life in Monochrome

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Monochromatic palm leaves and shadow on white backdrop

Life in Monochrome

All we see are the shadows, the projections the sun paints across the world.
Our vision of reality is as pale as tree branches outlined in grey
waving on the walls, just a monochrome of real life .

We think we are seeing; we call it that, but we are the sleeping delusionals
proclaiming we understand the world, the fabric that holds us all together
When most of us have never opened our eyes all the way, wide eyed.

Let yourself stay half asleep on a bright morning inside a forest window pane
Let the ballet begin on your walls your paintings your mirror frame
as wind picks up and colorless leaves shimmer in silver and black across your face

Know that we are only seeing what is here in an inside-out view
The dullness even of the brightest colors we can imagine in our version of the world
are over-shadowed when we learn to turn it all right side up and sample bliss.

And yet..how glorious this dance of the branch and flower, the leaf in the breeze!
How we are mesmerized, when a voice tells us there is more than meets the eye…
Look and sway and close them, let it play on our eyelids, until we can perceive.

It is almost enough to bring us to tears, how bound we were and now we’re free…
How far from the truth we were with all our preconceived theories and rationality
Life does seem more worth it, when taking our first steps towards its hidden reality…

Karima Hoisan
June 23rd 2020
Costa Rica

 

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Cool Moon

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Cool Moon

Cool moon… full and silver blue, shining through my window
What do you want with me tonight?
Will you make me cry for lost time and forgotten dreams
Or will you haunt my walls with other memories?

You play waiting games with me, using clouds as playful shields
To dim your luminescent light.
Then when I bravely reopen my eyes to stare into your face
You blind me once again, dissolving clouds without a trace.

I lay back on my bed pondering how you knew just where to find me?
Still awake and now hypnotized by your cool touch…
How you could take me by the hand and pull me out into the night,
Down forgotten paths so faraway, enveloped in your eerie light.

I want to thank you, but sometimes I just want to bind and blind my eyes.
I never asked to see it all again, this parade of loss and tears,
But although you keep me up all night you are so cosmically immune
So distant and uncaring; how very cruel you are at times… cool moon.

Karima Hoisan
June 20th 2020
Costa Rica

En Español
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Luna Fresca

Luna fría … llena y azul plateado, brillando a través de mi ventana
¿Qué quieres conmigo esta noche?
¿Me harás llorar por el tiempo perdido y los sueños olvidados?
¿O perseguirás mis paredes con otros recuerdos?

Juegas juegos de espera conmigo, usando nubes como escudos juguetones
Para atenuar su luz luminiscente.
Luego, cuando valientemente vuelvo a abrir los ojos para mirarte a la cara
Me cegas una vez más, disolviendo nubes sin dejar rastro.

Me recosté en mi cama pensando cómo supiste este momento para encontrarme
todavía despierto y ahora hipnotizado por tu toque genial.
Cómo podrías tomarme de la mano y sacarme a la noche
Por caminos olvidados tan lejanos, envueltos en tu misterioso luz.

Quiero agradecerte, pero a veces solo quiero atar y cegar mis ojos
Nunca pedí verlo todo de nuevo, este desfile de pérdida y lágrimas,
Pero aunque me mantienes despierto toda la noche, eres tan inmune cósmicamente
Tan distante e indiferente; qué cruel eres a veces … luna fresca.

 

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In Its Time

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Klimt- Two Girlfriends

In Its Time
for Iris

What was real at one time now no longer is real..
It is an ephemeral shadow, a faded photograph of a moment that no longer exists…
Our lives are a series of these vignettes…
from bright and hopeful to dull and over we turn round and round.
Attached to the highest ceiling we spin,
rotating between day and night, routine and surprise, boredom and joy,

You were on this ride with me…we spun in the same swing…holding hands we laughed out loud at the mountains as wild parakeets giggled overhead.
We loved voraciously gobbling up the minutes, the precious few we were given,
and we glowed, in every photograph, we just shined out as the camera snapped us up.

Instead of feeling sad today, I choose to remember how real it was in its time.
How we constantly pinched ourselves to believe our great luck.
The intersection of our lives, as brief as it was, filled us with love and we almost burst
in simultaneous combustion of tenderness, light touches and tears of laughter.

That first time we played in the same scene, I was sure our movie was a winner.
We made plans, we shared the full moon and the monkeys in the morning.
We were always in touching distance, we were were always smiling and kissing.
But with a few revolutions, an unexpected twist of fate, it was all thrown away.

Happy Birthday dear you.. this memory of us still is burning bright in my life.

Karima Hoisan
June 14th, 2020
Costa Rica

 

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The Muse Wants What it Wants

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Muse by Vyara Tichkova

For Lance Sheridan
(who knows his muse well)

The muse wants what it wants.
I might want to just lay some things to rest forever,
in a cemetery of kindness where I can leave flowers but once a year.
She roams my graveyard of lost loves and takes pictures of headstones;
places them, like napkins next to my dinner plate.
The muse digs through my attic discovering things,
she finds interesting and hauls them downstairs.
Makes me open my eyes and look again at what and who I attempted to lose:
Things buried since 2012 or since January 12th in a few literal graves.

I guess the muse knows best, if I should bathe a poem in tears or hope.
In any case, she has the first and last word of whatever gets written here.
Ask anyone who knows the muse…autonomous, surprising, playful beguiling.
Ask them if they ever tried to say “No,” to her and were able to sign a finished painting?
Ask them if they ever said, “Not now” to her …
and could remember that thought she put in their heads,
at just the wrong moment, so they never wrote it down?

The muse is no quitter and if you are one…she will not come back. That’s that!!.
She is a winner and if she takes your hand in hers, you will be too.
Accept her, trust her and love her; every artist of every art, needs her close by.
I love my muse and she knows it.. How do I know she does?
Well, when I am softly moaning about no longer being a poet,
not having one new thought I want to say, she shakes me awake
with the first rays of the morning sun and…
I just know I will finish a poem that day.

Karima Hoisan
June 8th 2020
Costa Rica

 

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Two Raven Poems from The Past

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Drawing by Gino 2007

Four and Twenty 
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See two black birds fly…
fly away.
One flew first, might have landed North…
can’t say.
The other went West, no other choice … 
that fateful day.
No flocks enjoined them “Fly with Me” …
lost their way.

All the little boys with slingshots in their hands…
stormy day,
remembered seeing the sleek one change her course…
get away.
The true- pierced ebony comet fell…
upon the way, 
sprinkled with drizzle, lying still and numb…
nothing to say. 

No more observing black birds wing to wing…
perfect synchronization
Nor watching them twist and turn as one… 
inspired imagination.
Who noticed, that Someone took to counting them?..
Pre-destined calculation.
Then packed one in a pie with a broken heart…
Ate of her sweet annihilation.

Raven Heart 
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You ask, “What can I do for you?”
You are a love of sorts,
and your eyes shine with desire.
What if I answer you
candidly, sincere,
would that love force
in your eyes 
that glows for me 
soon tire?

Please go find the one
who used to glide beside me.
Tell her what her lonely
raven- heart aspires.
If you are still of a mind
to stick it out with me,
then copy her every nuance,
learn the magic,
she inspires.

Once we were two graceful birds
black as night.
We opened up our souls
lighter than air in flight.
How we dared to
and we did
reach something higher.

If you have ready answers
For each why of mine,
I’m challenging the wind alone,
so now’s the time.
I almost fold these sad cloth wings
in final submission 
to all life brings,
and in your arms
that ache for me,
I will consent
to let myself expire.

 Karima Hoisan
Jordan 2006


*Originally published in Gliding Beauty 2007

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Statue in the Entryway

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I don’t remember the exact moment I stopped living
I mean
I was still breathing…just not really alive.

My spinal chord took over for my brain
so I could still walk, eat, swallow blink.

My color was good, my blood pressure just fine,
but somehow, I was not who I used to be inside.

Has that ever happened to you?

I can still ponder but not act out my conclusions.
I still can respond to general mundanity, but I forget my answers.

I know who everyone is, sharp as a tack pounded into the carpet,
but I am not as interested as I was before… and my head hurts.

Nature holds my attention for long periods of time;
the changing sky, the darting birds, seem to mesmerize me.

Has that ever happened to you?

It occurs to me I might be approaching some finality,
although it does seem one could go on forever this way.

I slip through my friends contact lists so they forget to call me.
I slide down out of sight, so although visible, no one seems to see me.

I am thinking this could be progressive and what that actually could mean…
Will I wind up a statue in the entryway, who gets dusted twice a month?
Will I turn into a painting of dull pastels that no one likes to contemplate?
Or will I be a once beloved photograph fallen to the floor of the attic?
In any case, it all seems beyond my control, so I just watch and wait…

Has that ever happened to you?

Karima Hoisan
June 1, 2020
Costa Rica

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Fluid Reality

Hi everyone,

I invite you to watch and listen to this little video poem I made about all that we have been through recently…but in a more metaphysical way. I hope you will watch it and enjoy. I made subtitles in Español for my friends and family in Costa Rica and all who use them.
Enjoy!!

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Gino’s Butterfly- An Homage Virtual

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So excited to finally announce the opening of this very personal and special virtual world on Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand, Gino’s Butterfly.
It is, as the title suggests, an homage for a man we all came to know and love, Gino, who formed part of our family for the last 35 years. Besides having a really interesting life history, he was also an excellent high fashion designer in the 1960’s before he dropped out in 1970, and moved to a remote area of the Costa Rican Pacific shores.

When you arrive, just read the small notecard and have a seat in the Director’s Chair and…you will flutter and fly through Gino’s timeline, through individual artistic installations , pictures, and words and even a video at the end.
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Take your time and enjoy it all; savor each part. I will include how to get there and if you haven’t visited Opensim yet, I would be happy to help you get in.  Send me an IM in world or an email.
Of course this magical tour would be impossible without my talented scripting partner, Dale Innis:)
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This is a true labor of love for someone who was loved by a whole town, for his special qualities, his eternal good nature and sense of humor, his generosity of spirit, noble heart, and talent. It is my first very personal world that I have created, and we hope that even though it is a personal gesture, the public will find something in it to love too:)
Here is a poem I posted soon after his passing in January. It gives a poetic taste to who Gino was for us all. Poem
So if you are in quarantine, this is a little virtual journey you can take for some 15 minutes ( if you take your time) and escape on a very special tour of art and life!
You can find Gino’s Butterfly here :
https://www.kitely.com/virtual-world/Karima-Hoisan/Ginos-Butterfly .
For those coming from Opensim, hypergrid address: grid.kitely.com:8002:Gino’s Butterfly
Come visit soon, and let us know if you had a good trip:)
Love and Stay Safe,
Karima:)

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I Miss You

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“Innocence” by Svetoslav Stoyanov

Letting my mind run backwards until it’s hard not to cry…
I know it’s the way; it is. All moves forward and we leave or get left behind.
We love and we lose sight, lose touch with all those who had one moment in our lives,
where they were playing the most principle roles:
Our parents, our first kiss, a husband…another husband…another husband?
Our babies who grow too quickly, a best friend, with that cancer that cut short her life.
Holding hands, walking the cobble stones, dancing on the rooftop, warm desert night
I miss you

Some are still around, even after goodbye; they become wonderful intimate friends,
who knew us so well..and yet, that spark, that smoke and fire, has been put out under a  mundane blanket of the daily doldrums, the lost mystic, the over comfortable…Time.
I miss you

If I could remember them all, I would hang them in my window to see every morning,
to be reminded with each sunrise, how they all are still a part of me.

The sad parts, the scary parts, the tragic destinies, the unforgettable ecstasies,
Each has left a memory and…
I miss you

Those who inspired me to write and create and enjoyed every word that came from me
who saw so deeply into my process and who accompanied me with kindness, and loyalty and then..to be called to the other side on an early March night, so unexpectedly…
I miss you

All the ways I learned to love in my lifetime, altruistic, compassionate, urgently passionate…tender scenes and tear streaked cheeks, needed by the less powerful, than me, and my own vulnerability,
Those who were wise and kind, those who were troubled, defective and cruel
They were here and left some scenes I can replay…and now they are gone.
Even the hardest of hard times that we shared; I play them again and forgive them because
I miss you

What I’m trying to say is…
Thank you.. to all of you who were here right next to me.
Who laughed for hours, ran down the beach took my innocence from me.
Who brought me coffee before I knew I wanted it, sparked every emotion I ever felt, taught me something new and loved me unconditionally
Who obsessed and absorbed me, teased and danced with me,
hurt and was hurt by me, for all those no longer in my reach,
through distance or death or one-sided apathy…truly, I loved you and….
I miss you


Karima Hoisan
May 2, 2020
Pérez Zeledón, Costa Rica

 

 

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