forgive them
they know not what they do
sins of their past
digging their graves
stirring boxes of rotted worms
sins of their past
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka
forgive them
they know not what they do
sins of their past
digging their graves
stirring boxes of rotted worms
sins of their past
© Tournesol ’15

Holy Saturday
solemn contemplation
eve of revival
le samedi saint
vigilance solennelle
veille d’une renaissance
© Tournesol ’15
Depression can be a passage in time life offers one to take stalk of one’s life; other times it can be more complex…meeting up with past traumas, a chemical imbalance and the brain needs a boost of “vitamins”, a professional who accompanies one through the darkness so they don’t stumble in those twists and turns in that labyrinth of a tunnel…perhaps it is a moment to grieve which I often call a “necessary depression” to take the time one needs to mourn a loss…to recognize and embrace that moment even when it hurts. I remember telling a youth embracing suffering sounds so absurd but picture embracing a cactus! and once you have felt the pain, with a supportive listener helping you detach from the needles of that plant, a lightness is felt and finally one may find enlightenment.
(Troiku)
waiting in darkness
waiting for the light
nothing seems to…
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on an ancient path
sacred simulation
way of the cross
on an ancient path
searching for answers
forgiven
sacred simulation
praying for forgiveness
bow in thanks
way of the cross
remember the sacrifice
on this ancient path
© Tournesol ’15
through the darkest hour
every tree top in the forest
adorned with a star © Ese
through the darkest hour
every tree top in the forest
adorned with a star
echoes of rustling leaves
trees shudder in mourning
grief deferred
rising star beams with joy
la renaissance
© Tournesol ’15
We are inspired Kala Ramesh Morning Prayers at Carpe Diem
morning prayers
the rising sun between
my hands © Kala Ramesh

evening devotion
sun sets in my world
rising in the east
~
rising in the east
chanting meditation
mantra to Amma
© Tournesol ’15

sleepless nights
crawl like caterpillars
owl gives a hoot
© Tournesol ’15
How this prompt “nudity” reminds me of my children when they were little. The children were born in the country and so they experienced a freedom you don’t necessarily have in cities and suburbs. When we moved to the suburbs my son, who was five, was invited to go swimming at a neighbour’s house. Of course he was a pratical young boy who knew he would be uncomfortable the rest of the afternoon if his bathing suit was wet…
sweet innocence
jumps in the pool naked,
bathing suit’s dry
© Tournesol ’15
such a malice
cherry blossoms in full bloom
the Spring wind!
© Chèvrefeuille
such a malice
cherry blossoms in full bloom
the Spring wind!
gusts rip such soft petals
sprinkling pink on park grounds
pacific wind
competes with silk beauty
on Stanley Park
some still cling to branches
braving these ocean winds
© Tournesol ’15