all one and the same (haibun)

Awakened by the lovely sound of birds chirping made her hope it might be sunny today.  It is! Her friend meows in protest for having shut her bedroom door earlier in the morning.  She chatters away expressing her discontent with a hint of hope to be stroked, fed and stroked some more.

The sky is a darker blue than most seasons…not quite cobalt but close with pearly billows drifting by accentuating the hues of this majestic sky.

sea of blue above
islands shaped in pearly greys
beg my surrender

She had moved her laptop in the living room so she could watch a movie last night and fires it up always curious to see the haiku prompt of the day at Carpe Diem Haiku kai.   In the past few months she has not been as regular contributing and she misses her haijin family.  Yesterday she took the time to visit a few siblings and cousins homes around the world in the blogosphere.

Her thoughts wander to a friend who is in San Ramon today and will be seeing Amma at her retreat. How she misses her warm and healing embrace.  Some call her a guru, others call her a hugging saint…she feels she is all of these and more. Her healing touch, her soothing smile, her words of wisdom and mostly her way of living by loving, giving tirelessly to humanity makes her heart swell.   Amma has a way of looking at you and making you see the beauty within. How she does it is a mystery or is it?  She does not preach laws but models compassion and asks us to see the light we all have within.

Her mind drifts off to sounds of various bhjans songs and the tabla drumming to her heartbeat.  Its echo makes her feel the divine beauty reflected from within.   So many instruments mimic nature and human sounds;  her Celtic spirit awakens with strings,  flutes and drums that soften her heart.  Drum circles come to mind and First Nations People who have become her conscious, reminding her to be good to Mother Earth.

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She looks at her mala beads and remembers hearing Amma say last year, “We are all beads strung on the same string of love.”   She tries to remember this daily.  The image of several homeless people who sit along her path to work come to mind.   Some speak French, English, Créole, Arabic or Spanish but she knows they all understand the same language…compassion.

sound of the drum
listen to the heart beat
all, one and the same

© Tournesol’15/11/14

Carpe Diem Extra Shaman

19 Replies to “all one and the same (haibun)”

  1. When you started this haibun it immediately relaxed me, and I was so glad it continued. How warm, intimate and compassionate! Your writing flowed, and I do think your unique third person style is a winner. I also very much like the way you take a few moments and turn it into art. Will read about Amma now. There is definitely a hint of exoticism to your writing, too!

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    1. Thank you, Hamish, I struggled trying to edit since my mind just rambled into three haibun with two prompts in mind since they are so connected. And then I watch Le Grand Bleu -twice! snipping shots of the movie for photo inspirations later. I am purchasing this move for my grandsons for Christmas…a must see and must know!

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    1. Thank you, Suzanne. I have spent the entire day and evening on 3 posts all related to these two prompts (sighs) but have enjoyed myself as well and that’s what counts.

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  2. This is beautiful! This line really brought a tear to my eye
    “but she knows they all understand the same language…compassion.” It’s so true and it’s sad that we need the reminder. That our first thoughts aren’t charitable when faced by such poverty and need.

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    1. I agree but they are forgiving…look at a person in need in the eye, a warm smile and give when you can and they are always, most always, thankful. And when I don’t have enough, I still hear, “have a nice day”. And that warms my heart. I think of people who are lonely and hearing a phrase like that is priceless.

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