Poetry ~ Waka
long ago memories
lighthearted and free spirited
always made her smile
long ago memories
pretending to be so confident
trembling in her skin
lighthearted and free spirited
if only she’d caught this virus
life is beautiful
always made her smile
belly laughs
set her free
©Tournesol’17/09/07
Daily moments – laughing (troiku) September 7 2017
earth wind and water
vying for control
egos sinking
man waits in a puddle
feeble solicitude
butterfly flutters
birds raise their nests
ants digging deeper
creation pleading
Mother Nature mourns
shedding
antiseptic tears
in prayer we wait
©Tournesol’17/09/06
Daily Moments – September 6 2017 tropical casualties (Solo no renga)
melancholy
stalker of the night
daylight smiles
melancholy
familiar and comfortable
holes in my shoes
stalker of the night
shadows
larger than life
daylight smiles
shimmering
on a puddle
©Tourneosl;17/09/04
unsettling journeys
breathing in new lessons
of humility
©Tournesol’17/09/04
We are asked by our host at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai to write a haiku inspired by this photo. I did not look at the title but just the image and let it speak to me.
She used to see sunrises when she was a teen; she would wait by the river, to see the sky break through grey, blue and magenta. The anticipation was palpable until the sun slowly rose, she would then give in to slumber until the warm glow upon her face would wake her anew.
sunrise
world at her feet
life’s possibilities
sunsets
bowing at her feet
He sees her light
©Tournesol ’17/09/04
Journeys have their tales of trials and tribulations. Each crossroad offers choices. Each obstacle offers a challenge…a lesson to embrace.
(troiku)
walk on
broken bridges
through dense fog
walk on
never ever give up
this boundless road
broken bridges
unlike shattered dreams
just a turning point
through dense fog
the Tea Pot
leads the way
©Tournesol’17/09/04
Our host at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai presents us with a photo (above) to inspire our muse and imagination. A troiku is a new form of haiku created by our host.
a thousand and one
rocking in her mother’s chair
memories
a thousand and one
I love you’s
never overstated
rocking in her mother’s chair
wishing
she were here
memories
storytelling and laughter
by the riverside
©Tournesol’17/09/04
Daily Moments September 4 2017 – Swaying Recalls (Troiku)
In the silence of the day
writing tales of such despair
quietens the soul
quietens the soul
misery released out in the air
sigh of gentle calm
©Tourneosl’17/09/02
Daily moments therapy of writing September 2 2017
September enters
a million leaves applauding
sudden rising winds
September enters
wrapped in woolen shawl
under clear blue skies
a million leaves applauding
preparing for autumn’s playground
bed of crunchy leaves
sudden rising winds
flying hats and pleated skirts
whistling boys’ delight
©Tournesol’17/09/02
Daily Moments September 2 2017 rising winds ~ troiku
The circumstances of life will always keep changing. Change is nature’s unchanging law. However, it is we who make experiences bitter or sweet — our mind and our attitude. As long as we are unable to bring our mind under our control, sorrow will continue to hunt us down. However, once the mind comes under our control, then no problem or tragedy can devastate or paralyze us. In reality, the foundation of happiness is gratitude. When the mind becomes filled with gratitude, we will spontaneously become happy.” -Amma in New Jersey, June 29, 2017.
Ganesh Celebrations
I have continued to attend the Ganesh bhajans in the Kalari from 9 to 10 each evening. I love, love, love the high intensity, ecstatic music. The only reason I’m not sad that it will end on Sunday is that Onam and Krishna’s birthday are coming soon.
I love participating in the procession that goes to a nearby temple on Krishna’s birthday. The college students and brahmacharis do the same style of singing on that occasion that I’m hearing during Ganesh’s celebration, so I have that to look forward to. However, I’m also keeping in mind that the last time I was in Amritapuri on Krishna’s birthday, my back went out a few days before the big day and I couldn’t participate. I frequently remind myself that tomorrow’s not promised and do the best to make the most of today.
Onam
A few days ago, I heard someone…
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