coming to sea clifs
the off-shore breeze raises
a flower fragrance © Jane Reichhold
shoulders wrapped in Fabergé
softer than cashmere
©Tournesol’16/07/04
Poetry ~ Waka
coming to sea clifs
the off-shore breeze raises
a flower fragrance © Jane Reichhold
shoulders wrapped in Fabergé
softer than cashmere
©Tournesol’16/07/04
We are asked to choose a favourite haiku, explain why we chose it and rewrite another haiku inspired from our choice. I chose one from a chapter on Karma from David G. Lanoue’s book Pure Land Haiku: The Art of Priest Issa)
“Shortly before he died, Shinran wrote the following note to a friend: “Even when my life comes to an end and I am reborn into the Pure Land, I will come back again and again, like the waves dashing on the beach of Waka-no-ura”(Tran. Kurata247) Reincarnation, especially in relation to the bodhisattva myth of enlightened being returning to the world of suffering to enlighten others, was a favourite theme for the founder of Jôdoshinshû and, consequently, for his followers. Issa writes, then rewrites, a haiku about himself and a butterfly under a shady tree.
in tree shade
relaxing with a butterfly…
friends in a previous life
© Issa Kobayashi”
(Pure Land Haiku: The Art of Priest Issa by David G. Lanoue)

I chose this haiku because, since the death of my mother December 2014, I have been visited so many times from spring to fall by a particular butterfly. At first, I saw one in Montreal in a thicket behind my workplace on my way to my afternoon shift. I would stop and take photos and we would visit, silently conversing. This spring I am revisited again on a busy street by the same type of butterfly.
spring through fall
divine interventions
butterfly visits
©Tournesol’16/07/04
Whitecaps on the bay:
A broken signboard banging
In the April wind. © Richard Wright

Inspired by Richard Wright’s haiku…
roar of the rapids
dulls clang of autumn’s debris
moan of spring winds
©Tournesol’16/07/04

day ends
sun dips beyond rippling waves
with grace
day ends
glow of crescent moon
last performance
sun dips beyond rippling waves
gentle journey
reaching eastern seas
with grace
and quiet contemplation
savours nature’s gift
©Tournesol’16/07/04
A troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

misunderstood
viewed as a weed struck down
despite golden hues
tenacious flora springs back
resilient dandelion
©Tournesol’16/07/02
“ Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” Confucius
Headset on- check
volume blasting – check
try to dull thumps
failed attempts – I chant in peace
Om Namaha Shivaya
I am we
detaching from my ego
let go, let be
still need to practice
belong to something bigger
10pm, midnight
5am, no difference
so tired
I am we
detaching from my ego
let go, let be
need to practice
belong to something bigger
disturbance
inner turmoil creates
opportunities
I am we
detaching from my ego
let go, let be
Om Namaha Shivaya
belong to something bigger
© Tournesol’16/07/02
Daily Moments July 2 – belonging to something bigger

I just remembered this morning, I have 5 days off in a row instead of 3! Being a slow poke and not a planner, I realize that I can just relax one more day and not feel guilty.
tomorrow
and other morrows
shall follow
In the interim, washing the slip-covers of my couch seems like a good start of a day of leisure…the machine does all the work.

reading `tween times
an autobiography
one cousin’s past
fragrant shampoo
drops of Argan oil combed through
waist long hair
rousing my best feline friend
savours scents from each lock
sipping slowly
Colombian brew
Ah! life is good!
©Tournesol’16/07/01
Daily Moments, July 1 2016 “Life is good” (haibun)

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is rapture in the lonely shore,
there is society where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” Lord Byron
Inspired by Lord Byron’s poem

(tanka)
seeking solace
humankind may fail, unless
compassion rules
nature never disenchants
soothing soul by rapids`roar
©Tournesol’16/06/30
They ran up the mountain into the forest laughing like children. He took her hand tenderly and smiled.
letters in a heart
carved on mountain white birch
after their first kiss
© Tournesol’16/06/30
Today, she sits in quiet contemplation. A day of rest for the body and yet, the heart remembers stories of untold secrets that remain silenced. Too many pieces to that puzzle missing, she sighs, wishing she could do more…
no one could resist
weeping
lost innocence
no one could resist
dancing to wise women’s song
free the children
Somehow, that song and action to free other children around the world soothed her…for today.
Daily moments also written for the secret keeper: (5) Words: | SONG | WOMAN | FREE | NO | LOST |