Recklessness and miracles January 11 2017 (troibun)

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The postman finally delivered Paulo Coelho’s The Pilgrimage yesterday. Paulo was so anxious to meet his guide that he almost gave himself away to the first man he met at the well, a  cunning man who offered to find his sword for him.  Paulo found that idea tempting so he could return to Brazil and deal with his business. Finally his guide arrived asking him a question which was the password and Paulo responds with the keywords.

under blue skies
blinded by golden star
imminent clouds

under blue skies
under the rubble
children still hide

blinded by golden star
dreaming of miracles
unaware of demons

imminent clouds
providing storms
also lessons

Petrus, his guide warns him to be watchful for there will be more demons along the path. And then his guide gave Paulo a lesson on humility when they were discussing miracles. Petrus explains that the path to knowledge is not only open to intellectuals and thinkers but to everyone including the common people.

vanity clouds vision
on the path of knowledge
the heart sings

©Tournesol`17/01/11

Written for CDHK – Miracles and CDHK – Recklessness

divine love (troibun)

Listening to Al Green’s lyrics totally inspired her. For the first time she listened to these same words she’s played for years but today, she heard a different meaning. Not willing to share with anyone in case they would think she had lost her mind…in case they would say she was going to too many retreats to see her Guru, Amma, has somehow washed her brain and she was thinking only of compassion and The Great Spirit.

No, she could not share with her family and friends…but she was bursting with so much love…

speaking to her
for the first time she felt,
that warm glow inside

speaking to her
divine declarations
professing His Love

for the first time she felt,
she will never ever
be alone again

that warm glow inside
love so pure filled with grace
fed her soul

There were times she was distant although she believed, she was led astray. There were times she felt empty and that glow was missing for many years. How beautiful to hear this song and feel her skin tingle, her heart so light filled with such a pure love only babes must feel when mothers nurse them.

despite her absence
He would never give up on her
pledged His endless love

Feeling blessed with this divine unconditional love that nurtures her abundantly.

©Touronesol’17/01/4

Daily Moments – divine love (troibun) January 4, 2017

AL GREEN LYRICS
“Let’s Stay Together”
I’m… I’m so in love with you
Whatever you want to do
Is all right with me…
‘Cause you… make me feel so brand new…
And I… want to spend my life with you…

Let me say that since, baby
Since we’ve been together
Ooo…
Loving you forever
Is what I… need…
Let me… be the one you come running to…
I’ll… never be untrue…

Ooo baby…
Let’s, let’s stay together…
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Ooooo… Oooo… Yeah…
Whether times are good or bad, happy or sad

Why, somebody, why people break-up
Ohhh, turn around and make-up
I just can’t deceive
You’d… never do that to me… (would you, baby?)
Stayin’ around you is all I see

(Here’s what I want us to do)

Let’s, we oughta stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad… Come on

Let’s, let’s stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
And if you mess with me, you can’t set me free

Woman let’s, let’s stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
And if you mess with me, you can’t set me free

Woman let’s, let’s stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
And if you mess with me, oh woman, don’t go away

Let’s, let’s stay together
Loving you whether, whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
And if you do me wrong, I just might leave you alone

50 shades of snow (troibun – haibun)

first snowfall
awakening her inner child
snow kissed cheeks

Yet snow has many phases and qualities that can be fun and sometimes not so fun. Like wet sticky snow may be heavy for shoveling but such a joy for children.

pounding and rolling
sculpting with a mission
first snow man

pounding and rolling
lining up a whole bunch
snowball fight

sculpting with a mission
carving a few huge blocks
home in her snow fort

first snow man
always wishes for the cold
keeping him safe

Stepping onto virgin snow is always a special feeling and depending on the temperature the textures change.

mild wintry walk
snow falling ever so lightly
like fairy dust

Dipping just a few degrees can make winter feel so magical and fun…

snow showers
soft and plentiful
like down filled bedding
spreading limbs luxuriously
making perfect snow angels

Ah, but as the thermometer dipped much lower last week, she had to wear her down filled coat, ski mask and pilot hat with the ears down as well as snow pants and her down filled mittens the snow adds a new element for having been on the ground awhile. It forms a crust invisible to the eye but not to the ears…

footprints forming waves
weaving with her winter boots
light of the full moon
sounds echo with each step
shadow keeps her company

©Tournesol’16/12/20

rings a bell (troibun)

 

It’s that time of year again. How it comes around so fast some people think.  There is barely enough time to get ready for the holidays.  And yet, the empty bellies and aching souls live in a world where time crawls like a cunning snake, preying sufferers will just give up.

(troiku)

man in a red suit
rings a bell for offerings
holding a glass bowl

man in a red suit
folks don’t notice a beggar
holding out his cup

rings a bell for offerings
filling bellies at Christmas
‘tis the season

holds a big glass bowl
in hopes for silent gifts
not the clink of coins

©Tournesol’16/12/20

The Prompt at Ronovan Writes Haiku is Bells and Ring although, my  reflections came up with Bell and Rings.

A Troiku is a new Haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

staying home (troibun) Daily Moments Dec. 19 2016

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Looking out the window, she sees all the cars at the Mall. Not an encouraging site to get out unless going for a walk. The sidewalks are not cleared; the road is slushy and cars are impatient with last minute shopping and coming home from work. No, staying warm wrapped in her grandmother’s shawl admiring the lit Christmas tree seems like a wise alternative.

dreaming
what once was
miracles of Christmas

dreaming
remembering her father
cleaning the chimney

what once was
mysteries of the North Pole
Santa ate his snack!

miracle of Christmas
where did all those gifts come from
after midnight mass

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Her best feline friend (bff) follows her like a puppy all day long on her last day off work.

Catnaps all day long
cuddling near her mistress
faintly snoring

©Tournesol’16/12/19 Daily Moments – staying home  Troibun

Her safe embrace (troibun)

I realize at my age it may sound silly to say I am an orphan but when your last parent dies,  that is what we are regardless of our age. My father passed in 2004 and  I am without my mother since December 2014; however,  fate had it that I would never have to feel alone. After a year of writing poetry and blogging, I first heard of a very special and divine person through a writer in India, Sreejit Poole from TheSeekersDungeon who introduced me to his mother, Karuna Poole from LivingLearningAndLettingGo, who in turn told me about this famous Guru.   In the summer of 2014 I met this auspicious person who truly made me feel at peace.  This was five months before my mother passed.

Last week,  I traveled thousands of miles to  gather among devotees for a three-day retreat.  It was more than meditating at dawn; it was more than yoga stretches and poses.  It included waiting patiently for Amma’s Darshan, however in Sanskrit, this may mean an “auspicious sight”,  it was even more than merely bowing in the divine presence of Divine Mother, Mata Amritanandamayi who is known more as Amma (Mother). She is also known as the “hugging saint” and yes, she actually hugs each devotee who waits in line for her embrace, whether there are a hundreds waiting or thousands.  This selfless act of love and compassion, she offers to people all over the world.  I was fortunate to see Amma on her last North American Tour of 2016 before she returned to India.

Amma is known for her embrace but also for her compassion and humanitarianism
Amma.org

(troiku) 

chants surround me
on bended knees
safe in Her embrace

love surrounds me
spirit lifting
with devotion

on bended knees
no longer an orphan
in Amma’s arms

safe in Her embrace
heeding  words
whispered in my ear

©Tournesol’16/15/04

I found this music video sung by my favourite persons chanting mantras Deva Premal & Miten fit perfectly with this experience.

Amma – In The Light Of Love – Deva Premal & Miten

The first day of the retreat, I hesitated to kneel and was given a seat to receive Amma’s hug but the following days, I insisted on kneeling, telling myself, I can endure the pain for a few moments.  I had managed to concentrate on several weaknesses of my body during this retreat. 

For example,after responding to the 1000 names of The Divine Mother, we were led into a short silent meditation. The first day I had to use my inhaler to control my coughing but by the third day, I kept visualizing Amma’s face and telling myself, I can control my breathing if I slow it down, I will not be inclined to cough and it worked each time we meditated.  I learned to control the depth of my OM as well.  It was softer but by controlling the level of my voice, I was able to follow along respecting my limitations. 

It may seem like a minor accomplishment but for me it was astounding.  I talk for hours on the phone counselling youths nine hours a day, four day a week.  In the past year I have noticed towards the last two hours I am coughing more and find it difficult to talk for long periods of time.  I know now I am able to control the level of my voice…I will try to practice to talk slower and softer to take care of my throat and lungs. 

Some say when they receive Darshan, Amma gives them a profound and wise message.  I have never had one in person but each retreat I learn something and these past few days, I have received messages in silence.  I felt her presence helping me control my breathing.  There are other insights but I will share them on another post. 

(tanka)

Amma’s presence
healing and divine
gives me strength
unleashing unknown skills
mastering from within

©Tournesol’16

Amma Darshan 

mysteries of grief (troibun)

Grief can be quite mysterious. One day it can feel like you are wrapped in a prickly shawl that makes you uncomfortable only now and then, when the prickles pinch you. Other times it can weigh you down like an iron wrap and slow you down for no reason at all. It snakes around and hides a spell and you may think that all must be fine, until it crawls out at the most inopportune time.

It is a slow process and not one person experiences it exactly the same way but the roller coaster of emotions can make you nauseous sometimes and other times angry, sad, guilty and salty tears return again cleansing your heart.

Sometimes I find grief is a bit like a leaky faucet. You know when, all you really need to do is change those worn out washers, but you don’t get around to it.   The water may start leaking when you least expect it.

Aw but laughter is cathartic and it can be a nice way to reminisce of past times, long ago and maybe an image will make you smile…a nice reprieve.

©Clr’16  First snowfall – November 21,2016

(troiku)

like the first snowfall
tender sorrows veiled
autumn leaves rest

like the first snowfall
slipping back in time
childhood memories

tender sorrows veiled
taking up too much energy
holiday seasons

autumn leaves rest
under fluffy white duvet
warmed by loving hearts

©Tournesol’16

Daily Moments – November 22,2016  Mysteries of grief

time (troibun) Daily Moments November 7, 2016

(c)Clr’16 Olivier

The body remembers, they say. Last night after dinner around eight, her lower back was aching. They had just finished a birthday dinner one day ahead. Her son was born the following day at noon. When her guests left, she put an ice-pack on her back and rested on her comfy couch watching a new series “The Crown”. The series caught her attention in so many ways since her mother had her children during the same era Queen Elizabeth did and she was born in 1926 like her mother. Watching the children in those times, the fashion, the cars, brought her back to her own childhood. Reminiscing back and forth from her youth and bouncing back to when she gave birth to her firstborn was a memorable way to end her evening.

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She remembers, long ago, that soft throb coming from her lower back every fifteen minutes on her lower back and increasing with intensity over hours until she realized after midnight that this must be the beginning of her labour. Who really knows when it’s your first?

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Perhaps it is true…the body remembers and her backache was a subtle reminder of the joy of giving birth today to her son, thirty-eight years ago.

years go by
seem to vanish in thin air
like a shooting star

years go by
babe to boy to teen to man
life fast-forwards

seem to vanish in thin air
time at a standstill
snapshots remember

like a shooting star
beyond the milky way,
how time flies!

(c) Tournesol’16-11-07

Daily Moments November 7, 2016

To learn how to  write a Troiku which is a new form of Haiku, Chèvrefeuille, who created this form, explains it on his blog Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Niagara Falls (troibun)

red rock waterfall
into emerald pools
cedar incense

water blackened rocks
falling with the waterfall
some of them

chipped rock
the shape of water
falling

white rim
on black rock light falling
with the water

© Jane Reichhold

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(c)ShutterBox – Niagara Falls, Onatrio

The first time she visited Niagara Falls, she was a teenager, visiting him. Returning thirty years later, brought back old wounds not quite healed. The falls were famous for honeymooners and lovers but that day, they were more…

rumbling falls
pouring out her soul
mist shielding tears

rumbling falls
rainbow curtain
above white ruffles

pouring out her soul
melting cruel memories
softens the heart

mist shielding tears
cleansing
liberating

©Tournesol’16

in the dead of night (troibun)

©Clr'16
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midnight blue ink
river flows
writing sorrows

midnight blue ink
mocking muses
running off stories

river flows
blending old and current
muddied waters

writing sorrows
drowning at dawn
so boring and trite

Writing about twilight inspired her stay in that moment and wait by the river as dusk turned to twilight and twilight turned to midnight…the wee hours of the night when thoughts rushing in the mind seem to take over and rambling reflections start shouting and the subconscious takes on a life of its own.  Yet, wisdom deciphers what is and what is not…

©Tournesol’16