
purity of heart
comfort’s a privilege
no questions asked
© Tournesol ’15
Poetry ~ Waka

purity of heart
comfort’s a privilege
no questions asked
© Tournesol ’15
123rt.com bowling pins under cloudy sky
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!! She cowered and ran into her grandmother’s bedroom and dives under a pillow to block the rumble of the thunder. Her grandmother was counting the seconds between each lightening and each clap of thunder to gauge the distance of each lightning.
“N’aie-pas peur, ma belle poule aux oeufs d’or; les éclairs sont loins…il n’y a pas de danger. ” Her grandmother was looking out the window in the veranda and called her grand-daughter to come see. She told her a story that changed her outlook on thunder forever.
“When GrandPapa died last year, I had no money to support myself and so he found a way up in heaven to raise money for me. He joined the heavenly bowling league and plays for money. When you hear the thunder those are the bowling pins you hear and when you hear that huge thunderclap just a few minutes ago, well, that is a strike so I will be getting a nice fat pension this month! ”
Flash of lightning
rumble of the thunderbolt
blessing from heaven
© Tournesol ’15
Carpe Diem Special, Kala Ramesh’s fifth haiku “thunderclap”
thunderclap
the darkening sky splits
into liquid night
© Kala Ramesh
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hot summer day
battle between thunder and lightning
ah! cool summer rain
© Chèvrefeuille
Since she was a young child she would often whisper a short prayer on her way to school such as The Lord’s Prayer with the image of her grandfather in her mind’s eye and this practice continued as an adult on her way to work. In the past year she has been chanting her personal mantra with the image of Amma; sometimes her grandmother’s and mother’s images seem to slip in without her control.
Now she simply begins her mantra with the image of Amma and if her grandmother and mother want to slip in, she just goes with the flow. It is a wonderful way to start her day at work. In many ways she feels protected from some of the pain and suffering of her daily work.

scans the heavens
chanting her mantra
filled with devotion
filled with devotion
three mothers protect her
love bursts in tears
(c) Tournesol ’15
changing shades of puffs
sun kissed sky dawns
birds tuck me in
(c) Tournesol ’15
sits in wait as one,
caterpillar melts with nature
maturing
filled with life,
blossom’s sweet nectar
butterfly takes wing
© Tournesol ’15

on highland
gathering purple heather
bleating sheep
© Tournesol ’15
santé printemps!
saké sous le cerisier
cascade des pétales
des milliers de fleurs
pluie de confetti
panamas roses
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toast to spring!
sake beneath the cherry tree
blossoms cascade
thousands of blossoms
confetti showers
pink panamas
(c) Tournesol ’15