Talking mirror (troiku)

© Clr’15

baby gurgles
thrilled with his new playdate
in the hall mirror

baby gurgles
looking up at Mother
mirroring her smile

thrilled with his  newplaydate
child tries to touch his face
the river splashes

in the hall mirror
mommy and daddy kissing
children giggle

©Tournesol’17/06/30

Haiku Horizons: Mirror

An open vessel waiting (haibun)

For years she prided herself with reading and watching the news all over the world. Then, 9/11 happened. It felt just too close to home. How could she continue practicing her profession and remaining genuine in her words and in her voice if she was, herself, alarmed at times?

And so she cut out many forms of media only limiting news when she sought it in cyberspace. This way she could make more room for her mind to think rather than be drawn into areas not of her choice.

Television was then cut out altogether and and writing emptied her mind of distracting thoughts until she learned to pray and meditate. Chanting her mantra allowed her to shut out distracting thoughts…travelling more alone…walks in nature alone…allowed her to take those first baby steps into “being”. She felt less alone in her solitude than in crowds of people. Now if only, she could sing as beautifully as those angelic youthful voices in a choir…

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©Clr’17-06-22

at the water’s edge
echoes of drumming
the river roars
voice turns to honey
chanting Lokah Samasta

daunting rapids
striking yet unassuming
splashing rocks
humming with every ripple
immersing feet with humility

the mind
lights up at any age
like an old well
clearing waterways
pouring life into the source

©Tournesol’17/06/25

 

 

Written for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – “The Songs of Milarepa” (3) The Shepherd

Clouds in motion (troiku)

©Clr`17

[…] “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” […] © Rabindranath Tagore

Troiku

Looking up
the story of my life
sky at sunset

looking up
traced with magenta ink
a sacred sign

the story of my life
etched in billowy stones
and living colour

sky at sunset
Shamballa in the making
like heaven on earth

©Tournesol’17/06/25

CDHK – Shamballa & Use That Quote

 

the river mourns (troibun)

 


She gifted me on her very own birthday! Giving me a perfect day, sunshine and precious company, what better way to end it with this new tradition…

by the rapids
beating to a yearning heart
the river roars

by the rapids
waves pouring stories
dancing eagerly

beating to a yearning heart
embracing and comforting
Mother Nature knows

the river roars
rumbling outbursts
calming release

(c)Clr’17/06/22
Daily Moments June 22/17 the river mourns

 

 

 

hot june night (haibun) Daily Moments June 19-17

The heat weighed the house all night long. She couldn’t to believe how hot it was as she tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position and keeping in the right position on so the warm air from the fan could cool her body.

She was visiting her best fried in the country and she could not get over how hot it still was at 4am! “You would think in the country, the night air would cool,” she thought. Suffering from insomnia for years, she tried reading until her eyes were heavy but as soon as she shut the light, her eyes sprung open. She tried watching a movie on her tablet using the precious wifi on her cell phone…she had not asked for the password of her friend’s wifi because she knew her friends did not have a great plan due to their location in their neck of the woods, they were limited to any kind of technology.

She took out her tablet and decided to write. “May as well be productive,” she thought. If she could not sleep, well, her muse may as well suffer like her. She managed to write two poems to a prompt on a haiku meme site. She was pleased…perhaps writing n her journal may dull the senses and she will be able to sleep a few hours at least. She wanted to get up early to help her sister start cleaning their late mother’s house so they could finally put it up for sale.

Perhaps she will see the sun rise…oh, no, she forgot, it was cloudy and the forecast was thunderstorms all day and evening which would make the temperatures drop 10 degrees. Good! Dropping from 35 to 25C would be a blessing. She checked her phone for the temperature and it was 22C outside apparently…but not on the second floor of this wooden two-story house!

meditating
whispering her mantra
spirits take over

©Tournesol’17-06-19

Daily Moments – hot June night – June 19 2017

guiding light (troiku)

 

Just before dawn
life seems to be on pause -still,
the north star shines bright

just before dawn
restless fledglings peep
mother eyes the worm

life seems to be on pause – still,
with bated breath –
baby’s first step

the north star shines bright
both on sea and land,
earth’s guiding light

©Tournesol’17

Haiku Horizons: Bright