
seeking
in her reflection
answers
seeking
enlightenment
in liquid essence
in her reflection
a mirage, or –
reality
answers
locked in the prison
of her mind
© Tournesol’16/02/26
Poetry ~ Waka

seeking
in her reflection
answers
seeking
enlightenment
in liquid essence
in her reflection
a mirage, or –
reality
answers
locked in the prison
of her mind
© Tournesol’16/02/26
intense flaws shot
environmental bedlam
out of reach
can’t wait for spring
Mother Nature weeps
© Tournesol ’16/02/26
Written for the prompt at the Secret Keeper: (5) Words: REACH SHOT INTENSE FLAW SPRING

The preacher and his wife, had been married fifteen years. Time had become their enemy until finally they were blessed with their first and only child. They were so grateful they named their cherubic daughter, Grace. She was a kind and docile child who sang like a bird. As young as four, she would sit in the garden in their backyard chanting. Sunflowers and daisies had become her audience along with stray cats, squirrels, birds and even insects.
nature held hostage
bewitched
voice of an angel
© Tournesol ’16/02/26
echoes of laughter
keep the lone clown company
screaming silently
screaming silently
with each cotton swab
faceless
© Tournesol’16/02/24
intricate details
woven in a web of sins
decadent
recalling
his lingering fragrance
my spider man
© Tournesol’16/02/23
I waited for both children to be in school before making some life changes. I started to volunteer making friendship visits to isolated or terminally ill residents in my community; there was one eighty-eight year old widow, Mrs.Darby who used to teach at my children’s school. She was frail suffering from Emphysema and lonely. One day she called me to get her a loaf of bread. When I arrived at her home with the bread, her next door neighbour was just leaving her home having also dropped off a litre of milk. I chuckled at how cunning she was to insure a visit.
She was a delightful lady. We would spend hours talking about how she used to personally sew her Grade 2 students’ outfits for concerts; one evening we spent hours looking over her Christmas baking recipes. Hearing her talk about her years teaching gave me the idea to invite her to my children’s Christmas recital. There was a snowstorm that day, but we still managed to get to the school. I watched her face glow when she saw the children performing on stage. After the assembly, it was such a treat to see so parents and even some grandparents walk up to greet their former Grade 2 teacher. It was priceless to see the joy on Mrs. Darby’s face…
happenstance
together on the same path
for a season,
a last farewell gift
before finding the light
© Tournesol ’16/02/16
Carpe Diem’s Theme Week #1 The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, an introduction
Our host has presented an interesting prompt as we discuss episode 7: The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 6 balance isn’t always necessary and his introduction on this subject speaks to me as well as his haiku.
Working on a youth line, listening to youths in crisis every evening, I have to find some balance in my life so I do not live with stories of abuse and sadness. Reading was my way to escape for many years until I rediscovered writing. I am able to defuse pent up emotions and other times rediscover the beauty around me and write about it in a haibun, haiku, troiku or tanka. In other words, waka has added the beauty of nature dripping in my whole being with sights, sounds and scents.
I take away so much strength from the power of the firmament…the blues, the greys, the curves of clouds as well as sunsets I often view on my break on the rooftop at work.
Our host has written a haiku about early dawn which is a time I rarely see at the start of my day recently due to my shift change in the past few years but I do remember that spiritual feeling The haiku includes a sunflower which is my nom de plume in French, Tournesol, so his haiku truly speaks to me. …here is my response to his haiku I have composed in a Troiku which is a haiku form created by our host, Chèvrefeuille.
in the light of dawn
sunflowers reach to the blue sky
praising their Creator
© Chèvrefeuille

My response: (troiku)
In the light of dawn
heart fills with butterflies
quivering joy
sunflowers reach to the blue sky
searching
morning star
praising their Creator
butterflies sip sweet nectar,
wave their wings
© Tournesol ’16/02/22
Rinpoche sees life as a bardo (a kind of transition station) and that’s not a such bad idea in my opinion. It shows us that our consciousness has senses, lives in a world, observes, starts relationships, living life. Rinpoche says: “Life is to discover the goodness of life, an exercise to realize that life is good and that also means … accepting dead as part of our life.”
Look at yourself with compassion from the depth of your consciousness, your soul. It’s a peaceful thought to know that our daily personality has a deeper Inner Self to whom we can listen always. Our Inner Self is our tower of strength. A lovely Inner Voice, that whispers: “Yes you are out of balance, but don’t worry you will regain your balance. You need this difficult time to grow and become stronger and more balanced. So don’t worry, don’t be afraid, I am there, I am with you. I travel with you”. Isn’t that a reassured idea? Isn’t that the reason to live your life to the fullest?
My response
This is so true. Whenever I find myself out of balance, my body breaks down and I need to take time off and rest. Often these were times I discovered the value of true friends who were there to take walks in nature, share a home cooked meal or just listen and be present with me. I also love long moments alone…

river rapids flow
listen to the babbling current
seagulls laugh at life
© Tournesol’16/02/22
Written for:
Episode 6, Insight 5, the teacher isn`t holy
Episode 5, Insight 4, the power of compassion is limitless
Episode 4, Insight 3, Thinking about death gives life meaning
Episode 3, Insight 2, through the chinks comes the light
Staying on the Path Tibetan’s Mgur, a religious form of poetry
Every day I walk about 3 km to get to work. It allows me to get to a place of calm and open heart. Being a thinker and worrier, I need to shut the chatter off by allowing it to dissipate with each step, each breath…

blues skies,
clouds in formation – hillocks
catch my breath
blue skies
lift my spirits
exude inner peace
clouds in formation – hillocks
captivating and halting
leave me breathless
catch my breath
holding nature’s pure essence
in my heart
© Tournesol ’16/02/22
Daily Moments ~ Feb 22/16