First words of the New Year 2015:
I wake up to blowing winds and white dusted grass and realize it is the first day of 2015. What is different today except for the snow? My bones may be a bit more brittle, my skin drier, my hair is tangled in knots but my heart is still filled with love. My mind is calling to me softly today, and whispers stories of peace and love.
dreams are stories
played out in our minds
life is the stage
© Tournesol ’15
Oh I love this a LOT.
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I was so pleased when those 3 lines kept stirring in my mind and awakened me to write today:)
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I wish I awoke to such great lines of poetry. Happy 2015!
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Aw, thanks 🙂
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I like your haiku. It has layers of meaning that gently reveal themselves on reflection. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Suzanne. It`s amazing what 3 lines can convey, eh?
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Absolutely – the more I write and read haiku, the more I love the form.
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Me too, there is so much to learn and appreciate about this…it is like a spiritual journey.
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That’s well put – it is a type of spiritual discipline – I agree.
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Sounds like you are off to a good start in this new year! Your words are so true!
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Thank you, Karuna, Happy New Year ::
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You are welcome. Happy New Year to you as well!
Wish me luck. I’m teaching tomorrow morning. Time for bed here!
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Good luck, bit you won’t need it 🙂
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Well said !!! 🙂
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