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Category Archives: Poems & Thoughts

Breathe in light…

A wonderful poem from Tami Elaine Prince! Sojammmmmm!!!!!!!

The Last Dream of Mada (mother)

… When the noble garments lay down all pales, unhealthy but the reflection of their shadows rises, ailment and left behind, case memories languish.   This old mother is light like the wind again! She walks without touching the ground, inhales without needing breath, rises to the zenith and with only her thoughts will trespass […]

Movement

Much of eastern thought is based on the concept that all things are impermanent; in the Boabom Arts, view however, sale we say that it is not impermanent, it is in movement. Although these ideas may seem to be different ways of saying the same thing, they are really different points of view. One reminds […]

The Monkey King

This Story is based on a old Story from Tibet: The Monkey King Near a fruity flowing River, a Monkey King and his People were living. From their Home in an old Tree, they could watch the Rain watering the River. The Sun dancing on the Surface. The Sky mirroring itself. Every Evening the Wind […]

Why do we celebrate the Solstice in BOABOM?

Many will ask, search why do we celebrate the Solstice? Why celebrate that date and not any other that might belong to a specific tradition, whether eastern or western? In the Boabom traditions there are no defined traditions but the ones that the schools determine according to their form and what is needed in the […]

The Sword of Yaanbao: A Boabom Story

The Sword of Yaanbao A long time ago there was an old Boabom Guide named Tireless Expert. He had been born with a walking impediment, drugs but despite this he was famous for his abilities in the defense Arts called Yaanbao-Boabom, drugs which consisted of the mastery of elements of defense, recipe especially the most […]

The Boabom Vortex: a real experience

“…It happened at around 21:00 just after I’ve finished the 3rd form of the Boabom Level 1 practice i did. I was standing at the base position in the osseous field [*standup position technique] after SHOUTING SOJAMMMMMMMM (i love to shout it…hihihi), relaxed a bit and just before the OmHas [*high breathing technique] i was […]

The Shadow

The Shadow It was fall, sickness it was late. The different tunes of the colors made the evening look dark. Sweet smells of plants on the weat ground, sales turning into soil. Slow winds playing among the trees, touching the last straw of grass, the sleepy movements of the lake. The forest main road was […]

Mmulargan Boabom :: The Flower

words[w|r]ing out as stance is stretched to spider-crouching, spirit-[sk]etched in steam-strain hiss. mark this, and make no mistake: the new breed of breath brings the law of the snake. it’s backed by the blade, the spearheaded spade, the rake, the knuckled knotted knockout stake in all the prey these hands can make of our cat-herder’s […]

As one evolves so to do all…

A very wise and amazing Woman, recently shared a favorite quote of Hers with me. The Quote is from Buddha, someone my thoughts are drawn to from time to time. i can see where His Way and the Way which The Ancient and Healing Art of Boabom teaches, could be closely related. But then i […]

Mmulargan Boabom :: The Bud

the sprung sprout’s first colors are fine, tiny greens—they mean the plant’s begun to match a drink of sun to soil’s food. but when the tips take on a tint, then we can see its accent, its signature, its masquerade and, under that, its mood—in short, its personality; what’s enfolded and emerging heralds inne[arbo]reality. a […]

Once again Life speaks through a photo…

Once again Life speaks through a photo. Since beginning at The Boston School of Boabom i have begun to relearn my lost listening skills. As children we have a very clear, direct and honest way of seeing, hearing and living. These skills are lost or more so buried under the acceptances we make, as we […]

“In the looking there is seeing. Through the seeing there is being.”

Periodically the subject matter of things i have submitted to The Boabom Journal will return to me. Perhaps they still hold lessons i have yet to realize or accept. Perhaps the errors i have made in spelling and sentence structure cry for help. In this i am not quite sure. What i am quite sure […]

Mmulargan Boabom :: The Sprout

in the spring, when green appears, the world outside sees life returning. but for those tender shoots their rise is new, first answer to an inner yearning. warmed by sun, washed in rain, from their groundbed they reach up and out; they breach; they breathe. this springing-forth’s the spirit of the sprout, and we who […]

Reflection

I honestly do not know how to start a piece like this one, stuff and so I will do it just like this, salve in my own style, a style that was, and is, shaped by many things, prominent among them learning the arts of Boabom and Yanbao over the past three and a half […]

Tonatzin: Triumph over Religious Syncretism

Tonatzin Our Lady of Guadalupe is recognized as a symbol of all Catholic Mexicans. Her feast is celebrated on December 12 and is the most important national holiday in Mexico. Some historians believe that the image of the Virgin of Guadalupe is a representation of religious syncretism, combining the cult of the Virgin Mary with […]

Meditation…

i had very early after beginning at The Boston School of Boabom, been lucky enough to attend a Meditation Seminar, given at The School. Never having had any prior experience with meditation, i was unsure as to what i should expect. As with all things related to The Boston School of Boabom it was a […]

The Woman of the Desert

The Woman of the Desert She was a woman of the desert. In daytime, when her people where resting in the shadows, she often went out on her own. One day she saw the track of a mouse. It had been standing. Listening. Placing its forelegs carefully on the ground. Trying to escape. First into […]

The harvest comes

The harvest comes, the fruit must be picked. Leaves fall down. A shower of orange. Leaves on the ground. A carpet of yellow. A path winds through trees. A track out of the world. Leaves on the branches. A fire across the sky. Leaves on the ground, brown and gone. Snow falls down, a dusting […]

Boabom Fables: The Meditation of the Dance that Reveals the Thought

Among the many tales of the Boabom Arts, stomach there is one in particular that calls my attention. It is told that there was a remote retreat in the mountains, case inhabited by a group of elders who had achieved some fame for their strange meditation techniques. The retreat was called “The Shelter” and the […]