prying eyes (haiku)

rolling waves
cool the sundried sand
seagulls watch

seagulls watch
bright sun sinking slowly
lovers’ moment

lovers’ moment
twilight dawns upon them
deflects prying eyes

The Secret Keeper – MONDAY PROMPT

5 words: wave, cool, prevent (synonym: deflect), bright, watch

Daily Moments March 12/16 Waning moon (haibun)

“My oh my, how time flies by these days”, she thought walking slowly from the store with her recycled bags in each hand.  She missed the sun set and the multicolours reflecting on the water and now it had dipped below the horizon rising on another part of the world.  She looked up at the sky turning a darker blue as the waxing moon shone down on her filling her with joy.  She set her bags on the sidewalk for a second and took out her phone aiming it at the sky.  It was difficult to do justice to such splendour.


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halo embraces,
looks down at her and smiles,
that crescent moon

©Tournesol’16/03/13

Daily Moment March 12, 2016 – waning moon (haibun)

Six Sentence Story

Daily Moments March 4/16 ~ Inner Peace (haibun)

Her master sits by the window reading The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying then turns her gaze towards her pet, in awe.

Her feline friend appears pleased with her presence.  Yet, one just has to read her body language …

(c) Clr’16

warmth of her love,
yet the light from within
brings true peace

© Tournesol ’16/03/04

Daily Moments ~ March 4/16 

 

silken petals blush (haiku)

Photo credits: White to pink by Paul Militaru

à bout de souffle
séduite par ce doux parfum
la rose rougit

breathless
seduced by such sweet fragrance
blushing rose

(c) Tournesol’16

Click here to see the beautiful photography by Paul Militaru.

Daily moments ~ Feb 25/16 ~ show of lights (haiku)

late night show
luminosity
‘tween seasons

‘tween seasons
where hot and cold clash
chaos wins

© Tournesol ’16/02/25

Daily Moments ~ Feb 25/16

clown without a mask (haiku)

echoes of laughter
keep the lone clown company
screaming silently

screaming silently
with each cotton swab
faceless

© Tournesol’16/02/24

blue canvas (haibun)

I have always felt that we start in life being more visual or more auditory  and eventually we become audiovisual.  I found that so interesting with my children. My son started off as auditory and my daughter visual.  And even if we seem to adapt in an audiovisual world, there are traits, I feel that are still predominant.

I did the test for fun and my results were Visual 31, Audio 43 and Kinesthetic 43    I was pleased to see the visual was as high as it was.  In writing haiku, I sometimes struggle to find the words to express what I am seeing for I see with most of my senses.  Watching a sunset seems to lower my heartbeat and yet my heart feels so filled with awe.  Sitting by the river, the sounds of the current, the birds, the rustle of the leaves and seeing the white caps of the rapids can all be captured in one glance.

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©Clr’16/02/15

Walking in the arctic cold last weekend I wanted to see the mountainin Rougemont before the sun set.  I managed to find a trail behind the local library and was able to take only a few photos before the bitter cold made my battery die.

Pinterest - edited photo
Pinterest – edited photo

blue canvas
backdrop for hills and orchards
sans red swirls

© Tournesol ’16/02/21

staying on the path (tanka) Tibetan’s Mgur – religious poetry

faith is the way
chanting mindfully
steers you on the path
distractions change the course
away from eternal bliss

© Tournesol ’16/02/19

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu 70 Tibetan’s Mgur, a religious form of poetry 

The mgur as a primarily religious genre, dates chiefly from the time of the greatest of all Tibetan poets, Mi la ras pa* (1040-1123). Though his hundreds of mgur were not given their definitive written form until several centuries after his death, their influence on Tibetan culture seems to have been widespread from Mi la’s time onward, through their preservation in various oral versions and written recensions, and through the importance Mi la quickly assumed as a Tibetan Buddhist culture-hero. Mi la’s greatness lay in his ability to compose songs that combined the imagery, structural parallelism and expressive directness of ancient glu with distinctively Buddhist themes and Indian-inspired metrical schemes. In particular, Mi la ras pa—and thus the classical tradition of mgur—can be seen as inheriting two major influences:

(1) the early diffusion traditions of songs of “positive personal experience,” primarily secular in orientation and distinctly Tibetan in style, and
(2) the tradition—brought to Tibet by Mi la’s guru Mar pa—of tantric songs, those often spontaneous, always richly symbolic dohās, caryāgīti or vajragīti sung by Indian mahāsiddhas to express their spiritual realizations.

The themes, moods and styles of Mi la’s mgur range widely: though the Dharma almost always is the real subject, it is expressed in verses at various times simple or complex, devout or wrathful, puritanical or ribald, humorous or stern, intensely autobiographical or impersonally didactic. An example of one of this mgur (songs) composed by Mi la ras pa

Faith is the firm foundation of my house,
Diligence forms the high walls,
Meditation makes the huge bricks,
And Wisdom is the great corner-stone.
With these four things I build my castle,
And it will last as long as the Truth eternal!
Your worldly houses are delusions,
Mere prisons for the demons,
And so I would abandon and desert them.

The success of Mi la ras pa’s songs in helping to popularize Buddhism, combined with the innate Tibetan love of poetry and song, helped assure that in the centuries after Mi la, mgur composition came to be a widely practiced art.

  • Also known as Milarepa

Daily moments – Feb 17 /16 ~loving memories (kikobun)

The view of fresh fallen snow offers a promise of hope. She looks at the pure whiteness from her bedroom window and smiles.  It was a welcoming mild day compared to the arctic weekend she’d just passed…the snow would be heavy yet sticky, just the right consistency to make snow forts, snowballs and snowmen.   She saw children giggling and sliding in her mind’s eye.

©Clr'16
©Clr’16

Walking on the snow-covered sidewalks she noticed the grey skies threatening more snow but it was too mild…surely it may turn to rain or sleet.  Mother Nature can get overwhelmed with the earth’s heating; she seemed dazed and confused.

Later shuffling through snow, its texture reminded her of cookie dough batter. You know when you add butter to that fluffy white flour and beat it until it all blends together.  Her mind wandered to old childhood memories.  Her GrandMaman would let her lick the bowl of batter…how she loved adding just a smidgen of sugar on the raw dough.

© Clr'16
© Clr’16

GrandMaman would spread the batter and let her granddaughter choose the cookie cutters of shapes of animals, stars or hearts depending on the occasion. Her favourites were the star and heart.

Walking along the street streets, she looked up at the grey skies

Searching
under veiled skies
love of her heart

© Tournesol’16/02/17

Daily Moments Feb 17 2016 

Passion’s touch (tanka)

winter wind whistles
frosted windows peak
lovers spooning
warmth of their flesh rises
under down filled duvet

(c) Tournesol’16

Carpe Diem “touch”