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Lola & The Poets Podcast

Lola & The Poets – On Wanderlust, With Milica Mijatović

Lola & The Poets Podcast is a virtual alchemical workshop designed for spiritual detectives, our art material is the vast vault of our planetary heritage of storytelling & healing, the artistic process is one of soul exploration, and artistic production is of a personal magical nature, applied in our lives as a tool for being a better human.

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In Episode Two we’ll be talking to Milica Mijatović, traveller extraordinaire, chilling on Gili Air island, near Lombok & Bali, while we trapeze from Southeast Asia, to India & Nepal, to Africa, and South America, tracing the first leg of her travels, lasting two of the six years she’s now been on the road. We are discussing wanderlust, early imaginal trips with her mum, following your heart’s desire, appreciating adversity, the magic of slowing down, soul impressionism, ecology, volunteering in tribal communities, the pivotal importance of human connection, psychogeography, psychic awareness, telepathy, family egregores, hitchhiking lore around the globe, becoming an ace profiler, adrenaline rushes, how being suddenly broke can raise your dharma game, the sacred Amazon as womb, and much else… We talked via Skype, so the sound is webby, and there is plenty of background – daily prayers, children playing, fans rotating, and a lovely gecko, who was particularly vocal. But it all blends in, like her story. Enjoy! (106 mins)

SHOW NOTES (LINKS):

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Stay tuned, poets.

AUTHOR:

© Milana Vujkov

MUSIC & IMAGE CREDITS:

Samovar Party is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License by Shane Ivers of silvermansound.com

This work is licensed under the Attribution License.

  • © Japanese fireflies flying along the river in the forest, Northtail, Adobe Stock Standard License
  • Audio clip: Barbara Stanwyck in Meet John Doe (1941), Director: Frank Capra, public domain since  1969
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Alchemy, Poetry, Psychology, Writing

The Void

It is not so damaging,
not really painful,
to live without
the ones you love.
 
When you choose to,
at the right time,
on the spaceless hour,
you can pin them,
like butterflies,
on the white ceiling
above your bed.
 
The flutter of thought
can tickle
their wings.
Your breath,
a fair summer breeze,
could set them sailing
along
the coastline
of your sleeping face.
 
Then,
you could conjure them
out of sand
and the air stuck in
wind pipes
and clogged clay-
the debris
of a rainy night.
Like magic.
 
And from hay
you stole from the sky.
The Milky Way.
 
Little garden gnomes.
Smiling at you, as time goes by,
in eternal remains
of yesterday.
 
A whiff of tomorrow.
Ashes of today.
 
They are palpable,
these remarkable creatures
we make
by breathing life into
our belief
in a merciful
and fair
God
and the logic
of
children.
 
There is no beginning of loneliness.
 
Only the immaculate conception
of a nondescript
desire.
 
The mind,
the demons of ambition,
the agony of mortality,
the absolute necessity
of survival
at all costs.
 
And then you learn
how to live
without the ones you
love.
 
This lesson
is
priceless.
 
It is a perfect crime.
 
The perpetrator
and
the victim
share the same
wounded heart.
 
Thus, the void always wins.
 
And the winner
of this folly,
takes
all.
 
© Milana Vujkov, The Void, 2008
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