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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Mountain mystique - haiga

...

time stashes secrets
into the folds of mountains
only the wind knows


(photo : Rimutaka mountains, Upper Hutt)
Click on photo to view larger version

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Creation - haiga


all of creation
smiles from a single bloom
joyous as a child


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

There is Buddha



in the still space
between each thought
the Buddha waits

~~~



in the ceaseless sound
of the water
there is Buddha

© Santoka Taneda

Monday, March 09, 2015

Sunday, March 08, 2015

This being a woman


This being a woman
is a holding back

words caught in the throat
pebbles, rocks, boulders,
but isn't it the stones
that make the river sing?


This being a woman
is a flowing around

a liquid grace,
a sinuous tenacity,
what obstacle has ever
stopped a river in flow?


This being a woman
is a relearning

no matter how much
the world breaks you,
were you not always
unbreakable and whole?


This being a woman
is a discovering

amidst a world that
denies you your dignity,
finding a world inner,
pure, precious, powerful.


This being a woman
is always about love

you may love one
or may love many,
but above all
you must love your self

~~~



Tuesday, March 03, 2015

The Heart of a Woman


by Georgia Douglas Johnson
 
The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
 
 
~~~
 
Awesome!
 
 

Thursday, February 26, 2015

The nut cracker - haiku



sparrows cheep 
cheep cheep me awake
into a dreamworld

of mirages
I, an unwilling
participant

carrying
a body so burdensome
so burdensome

the desiring mind
transfixed by illusions
of its own making

yet, something waits
to be found, for the shell
to be cracked open

the other me
beckons with a nut-cracker
called silence

~~~




Saturday, February 14, 2015

The wealthiest place in the world


The video says it all -



Sunday, February 08, 2015

Befriending silence - tanka



your endless talk
on festers of loneliness
are but band-aids

come, let us befriend silence
the fullness of nothingness

~~~


Sunday, February 01, 2015

Walk in the forest - tanka


walk in the forest
tan columns and green walls
cathedral of calm

from among the rustling trees
I pick seeds of silence

~~~
 

Friday, January 30, 2015

Being - tanka



the trees sing
the birds are in song all day
the night silence sings

all of creation brimming
with the ecstasy of Being

~~~

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The wounded heart - tanka



I do not know when
you impaled yourself in me
daring, unflinching

the wound has been bleeding 
nothing but exquisite joy

~~~


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Bee song - haiku




the flowers wait
as lovers do, for bee buzz
somewhere, rain falls


I pluck beans
a gift to me from the bees
more precious than gold


who would have thought
my heart would burst open
with bee hum?

~~~

Monday, January 26, 2015

Just silence


a silence
sits on the moving river
call it a poem

or the spirit
from which all things rise
I just gaze until

it erases me
and then there is just silence
looking at itself

~~~

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Floating in freedom - haiku


water birds peck at
broken floating shards of sky
rippling freedom


~~~

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Flutterby song


flutterby wings
folded in prayer or song
ode to a leaf


~~~

flutterby wings
open in benediction
ode to a flower



~~~

Friday, December 05, 2014

December the 5th


had you your body
I would have called to say
“Happy Birthday”
your ‘Thank you”
would have come
with the deepest of love.

But only bodies are born
and then die

you live on

a spirit gentle
a presence warm and tender
a smile guileless

in some place
where dates don’t matter
or even words
and when thoughts fall away
your presence comes as
a soft fragrance
a gentle footfall
a touch soothing

On this day
what can I do
but be present to your presence
be mindful
of your unconditional love
my heart brimming
with utmost gratitude

~~~

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Words - haiku


the page waits
the ink in the pen waits
to meet and make love

I, the matchmaker
the celebrant, the midwife
or just a witness
 
thus, words are born
and then set free like winged seeds
on a carefree wind

will they fall into
hearts made pure with silence
and bloom into joy?

~~~

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Come unto joy - haiku


come unto me
in this vale of birdsong
let us lose ourselves

let us lose ourselves
the body is but a shell
the ego a lie

the ego a lie
the mind has been making up
let us let go

let us let go
of the mind, put it down
succumb to stillness

succumb to stillness
in this vale of nothingness
come unto joy

~~~

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Birds rise from trees - haiku


birds rise from trees
in a symphony of song
winged arias

birds rise from trees
a trembling twig waves farewell
till dusk we part

birds rise from trees
carrying bits of tree spirit
rooted and flying

~~~


Saturday, November 01, 2014

Forget-me-nots - haiku


forget-me-not, please
said Day to Night, in passing
the moon rose, rotund


solitary owl
calls out to a day unseen
forget-me-not, light

between the pages
turning into days and nights
pressed forget-me-nots




waves write parting notes
on the gently yielding sand
forget-me-not, shore

~~~

Monday, October 20, 2014

Bedecked - haiku



a bride bedecked
awaits bee consummation
flowering wattle

~~~


A letter in October

BY TED KOOSER

Dawn comes later and later now,   
and I, who only a month ago
could sit with coffee every morning   
watching the light walk down the hill   
to the edge of the pond and place   
a doe there, shyly drinking,

then see the light step out upon   
the water, sowing reflections   
to either side—a garden
of trees that grew as if by magic—
now see no more than my face,   
mirrored by darkness, pale and odd,

startled by time. While I slept,   
night in its thick winter jacket   
bridled the doe with a twist
of wet leaves and led her away,
then brought its black horse with harness   
that creaked like a cricket, and turned

the water garden under. I woke,   
and at the waiting window found   
the curtains open to my open face;   
beyond me, darkness. And I,
who only wished to keep looking out,   
must now keep looking in.

~~~

Wow!!! I mean, awesome!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Monday, October 13, 2014

Wistful - haiku


the night drapes silence
on trees still agog with the
echoes of birdsong

~~~

Friday, October 10, 2014

Pots of colour - haiku


My tulips have all bloomed and are gorgeous :)


~~~

pots of colour
painted by earth, air, rain
the sun's pleased

~~~

Centrifugal

CENTRIFUGAL

by Douglas S. Jones 

The spider living in the bike seat has finally spun
its own spokes through the wheels.
I have seen it crawl upside down, armored
black and jigging back to the hollow frame,
have felt the stickiness break
as the tire pulls free the stitches of last night's sewing.
We've ridden this bike together for a week now,
two legs in gyre by daylight, and at night,
the eight converting gears into looms, handle bars
into sails. This is how it is to be part of a cycle—
to be always in motion, and to be always
woven to something else.

~~~

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

a bird dives - haiku



a bird dives
wings scattering light
a worm dies

a worm dies
turns into bird wings flight
earth meets sky

earth meets sky
hurtling through a space field
a pulsing orb

a pulsing orb
that appears and disappears
nothingness

~~~

Friday, September 26, 2014

Aatmasphere


Ok, so I started another blog -

Aatmasphere


~~~

Thursday, September 25, 2014

An awesome way to make kids less self absorbed


We teach children how to measure and how to weigh. We fail to teach them how to revere, how to sense wonder and awe. --Harold Kushner

An awesome way to make kids less self absorbed

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Sunday, September 21, 2014

World Gratitude Day


Today is World Gratitude Day and I wrote a post on my new blog dedicated to all things Earthy ...


Down to Earth Life


Note to myself : now I must keep up the posts :)


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Dances with trees - haiku




the wind scatters
leaf tunes, birdsong and moth wings
I dance with trees

~~~
 

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Spring - haiku



spring comes stealthy
sap surging up bare branches
bud burst and bird song

in my heart core, words
break their long winter of soul
on page, blood spills

Spring strides susurrus
tossing mane of green
tinkling flowers

I welcome the sun
in joy, my heart keels over
old lover

~~~



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Friday, September 05, 2014

Life and death



a moth crosses paths
with a roving blackbird
life and death


A  few thoughts I wanted to add to this haiku I posted yesterday.

Sometime ago, I was in the beans patch and something, quick as a flashing sword, flew past me, dived into the bean bushes and flew out. Much to my surprise, it was a blackbird with a struggling moth in its beak. It perched itself in the fence and proceeded to flick its head vigorously from side to side, perhaps in an attempt to hasten the moth’s demise. I don’t exactly know why it did this, but it seemed, to my human reasoning, that if it opened its beak to gulp it down, the moth, sensing release, would fly away. Then, when the moth stopped fluttering, it vanished down the bird’s throat in a series of gulps.

I must admit to being disturbed by this drama of the moth’s death. To gardeners, moths are important pollinators and are considered beneficial. But that is human reasoning, flawed as always. After I wrote the haiku, I looked at the scenario a bit more detachedly.

The moth died, but in death, did it not give life to the bird? Because of its death, the bird continues to live. So, life itself hasn’t ceased, it has just been transferred from one form to another. The cycle of life didn’t break, it just kept going, the moth living on as the bird. It is because of our human attachment to form and its apparent separateness that death causes us so much grief.

The other human fallacy that I harboured was the classification of ‘living’ and ‘non-living’ things. Science’s definition of ‘life’ is the ability to ingest, digest (as in food) and reproduce. By this definition things like water and sunlight are ‘non-living’ things. But without them, all life would cease to exist. We take in water (as part of out ingestion and digestion) and a hefty percentage of us comprises water, and while it is in us, it is considered ‘living’ but as soon as it exits our systems, it goes back to ‘non-living’. A bit unfair, from water’s point of view :) Not that it cares...:(

You wouldn’t consider a piece of iron ‘living’ yet small traces of iron is utterly essential to human life. The sand on the beach looks ‘non-living’, yet silicon in the human body contributes to health. So, could science’s definition of ‘life’ be called accurate? Or, is such a classification even necessary?

Life goes on seamlessly, with forms disappearing into one another, elements getting in and out of systems. From this point of view, the illusion of separation tends to get hazy. What emerges is the view that the whole universe (living and non-living, seen and unseen) is a vast, seamless, unending ocean of intelligence, in which waves arise, dimly seen as forms, they ride the crest and dissolve back into the ocean. A moth wave rises and melds into a bird wave. Human waves arise and dissolve. The whole is alive and is Life itself. In this scheme of things, there is no death. There is only Life and it is infinite.

And yes, we are that intelligence, not separate, but One. Briefly self-aware, as we ride the human wave.

~~~

Thursday, September 04, 2014

Morning rituals – haiku




birds alight on trees
all wing and feather and song
expectant air

on a pale peach sky
wings draw hieroglyphs
God’s words

a moth crosses paths
with a roving blackbird
life and death

~~~

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The unbearable urgency of life - haiku


words, weighted down
burdened with life's urgency
waiting to fly

maybe I should 
jump out of life's speeding train
into nothingness

caught as I am in 
this tale of my own making
like a moth

bedazzled by the 
illusion of light and life
flying towards death

as silence waits, 
still, underneath all things
warm and welcoming

~~~

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Waiting for the sun - haiku



slivers of sunlight
melt snow into springs, dancing,
warbling light

calling, calling forth
sleeping kowhai buds
pastor bird

the buds must know
when to burst forth and blossom
quench thirsty throats

spring stirs lazy
in the sleeping earth’s loins
waiting for the sun

~~~


Sunday, July 20, 2014

Dreamtime - haiku


scraps of desires
surface unbidden in sleep
beguiling


unwilling, blind
I walk through life’s dreamscape
wanting to waken


who is dreaming?
who is the watcher of dreams?
I and not I

~~~

Thursday, June 26, 2014

This being alive


This being alive
is a thing to celebrate

notice how
the heart marches
beat by pounding beat
regardless of
dusk or dawn
calm or storm
relentless
an unseen
unstopping soldier

notice how
the breath pulls us
stride by stride
inhale by exhale
a spectral charioteer
horses unseen
this carriage temporal
sometimes weary
sometimes strong

notice how
each heartbeat
is a milestone
a silent victory
exulting in us
every second
each breath a stitch
and stitch by stitch
a life is sewn

how can we not celebrate?

knowing that
bits of stars
abide in us
waiting to reveal
celestial light

knowing our home
this blue jewel
is hurtling through space
in the company of giants
nestled in a galaxy

this being alive
is a thing of pain

notice how
dreams shatter
life crumbles
people leave
and people die
you fail and fall again
but this you know
at your very core
you are unbreakable

how can we not celebrate
when life waits within
to express itself
as love, as light
as grace

sit still
feel the life force
the inexplicable joy
that waits beneath
for the blossoming

this being alive
is a rising up, a setting out
a triumph over ennui and death
a casting off of darkness
a revealing of light

~~~

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Stars - haiga




(photo taken - Wellington, 27th April 2014)

Monday, April 28, 2014

Poem of the Day : Rain


by Kazim Ali
 
With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.
Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.

Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.
No one in the city moves under the quick sightless rain.

The pages of my notebook soak, then curl. I've written:
"Yogis opened their mouths for hours to drink the rain."

The sky is a bowl of dark water, rinsing your face.
The window trembles; liquid glass could shatter into rain.

I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled.
If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain.

I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me.
The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.
 
~~~

Thursday, April 24, 2014

The show



(100-word flash fiction)

THE SHOW

The lead guitarist was missing and the crowd was getting restive. Jerry, frantic, was about to improvise when there emerged an elderly man carrying a guitar case. He slowly walked over to Steve’s place.

“Steve couldn’t come.” He quietly answered Jerry’s angry, questioning glare. “I am his father. I’ve come to take his place. The show must go on, shouldn’t it?”

That night the guitar sang of pride, childhood, loss and triumph. It was spellbinding.

After they closed, Jerry invited Mr.Faulkner over for a drink.

“What happened to Steve?”

Mr.Faulkner’s tired face crumpled.

“He had a heart attack. He’s gone.”

~~~

Written for the amazing group Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle. For the photo prompt below -
 

Copyright - Bjorn Brudberg


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Poem of the Day : Earth Day


by JANE YOLEN

I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud,
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle,
Skin and bone.

And just as I
Need every bit
Of me to make
My body fit,
So Earth needs
Grass and stone and tree
And things that grow here
Naturally.

That's why we
Celebrate this day.
That's why across
The world we say:
As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me. 

~~~

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

On the rocks


Today is Earth Day. Hope the Earth is happy with the way we are treating it.

(Akatarawa Forest, Wellington, February 2013)

~~~
 

Monday, April 21, 2014

The fading light

(shot at Canberra, Australia, Nov 2013)

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Poem of the day : Christ Human


Descending Theology : Christ Human


BY MARY KARR

    Such a short voyage for a god,
and you arrived in animal form so as not
    to scorch us with your glory.
Your mask was an infant’s head on a limp stalk,
    sticky eyes smeared blind,
limbs rendered useless in swaddle.
    You came among beasts
as one, came into our care or its lack, came crying
    as we all do, because the human frame
is a crucifix, each skeletos borne a lifetime.
    Any wanting soul lain
prostrate on a floor to receive the poured sunlight
    might—if still enough,
feel your cross buried in the flesh.
    One has only to surrender,
you preached, open both arms to the inner,
    the ever-present embrace,
which props one up, out reaches every grasp.
    It’s in the form embedded,
love adamant as bone. The miracle is not just
    you became us but also
those breathed-in moments allotted to us each
   (even poor Brother Judas),
when one relinquishes self and will and want.
     Then you're laid bare in us,
and for some briefly gentle eyeblink
    we bloom and are you.

               ~~~

The fitting - haiku



I try on poems
like clothes to see which fits
my soul

~~~

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Music – haiku

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angel dust, rain song
the beat ‘neath butterfly wings
Mozart

~~~

Friday, April 18, 2014

Thursday, April 17, 2014

The spinster

(100-word flash fiction)

THE SPINSTER
1994

She finds the abandoned baby one dark evening in the bushes outside her house. Her orphan, spinster heart overflowing with love she herself has never known, pours it into his tiny life.

2004

Like a tidal wave, his ‘real’ parents crash land, accuse her of ‘kidnapping’, threaten to get her arrested, finally leave with him, leaving her lost, broken and crumpled like a wasted ruin. She picks herself up and plods on.

2014

She is late returning to an empty home from her retirement party. As she pushes open the gate, a young man steps out of the shadows.
~~~


Written for the amazing group Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle. For the photo prompt below -

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Flight - haiku



brown and dusty
the ground erupts on the wingtips
of sparrows

~~~

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Friday, April 11, 2014

Homecoming - Friday Fictioneers

(100 word flash fiction)

HOMECOMING


He stood alone on the dusty little railway platform. The train, having sucked people into its metal belly, had rattled off. Where was his father?

Disappointed, he climbed into the solitary taxi. It was night when they reached his remote hamlet. When the driver stopped unexpectedly in the village square, he began to protest.

Suddenly, the place burst into light. Festooned with dried rice stalks, the square erupted with fireworks and the cheers of the entire village. His father stood beaming and his mother rushed forward to embrace him.

He had returned after 10 years, the hamlet’s first qualified doctor.


~~~

P.S. Wanted to write something positive this week after all the sad stories I’ve been writing :) but it seems it has come out rather flat :(

Written for the amazing group Friday Fictioneers led by Rochelle. For the photo prompt below -

copyright - DLovering

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Autumn - haiku


scorch marks
from a long ago summer
autumn heals

~~~

The tree
must want to kiss the earth
autumn leaves

~~~