Poetry ~ Waka
naivety hangs on
realness is in every friend
such foolish thinking
naivety hangs on
authenticity and,
goodness reigns
realness is in every friend
in the land of Utopia
such childish thoughts
such foolish thinking
disillusions
cruel realities
©Tournesol’17/02/04
Daily moments – some truths hurt (troiku) February 4, 2017
slow afternoon walk
sparkling diamonds on the snow
crunch echoes
finally reach the Métro
and then the sky blushed
©Tournesol’17/02/03
Daily moments – winter walk February 3, 2017
in midst of chaos
between rock and a hard place
never safe
©Tournesol`17/02/02
Daily Moments – Feb 2 2017 chaos
We’ve come to the end of The Pilgrimage, our host, Chèvrefeuille has generously guided us through this journey on the Road to Santiago. Paulo found his sword at the right moment.
[…]”…And when I think about it, I guess it is true that people always arrive at the right moment at the place where someone awaits them.” […] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)
Our host writes:
the sound of rain
on young leaves of Ivy
I bow my head
© Chèvrefeuille
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They spent the day in the sun planting seeds of various vegetables. Bent over with their straw hats, mother with her white Ralph Lauren sunglasses, the little three year old in her polka dot sundress and heart shaped sunglasses.
“Ah phew! That’s sure a lot of vegetables, Mommy!”
She beamed at her little helper, “Come, sweetheart, let’s sit in the shade. I`ll bring you a Popsicle.”
Sitting under the old maple tree, her chin in her chubby hand, staring at the garden for a long moment, she asked, “Mommy, when will the green beans start growing?”
“It will take time, sweetheart, about sixty sleeps depending on the weather.”
Obvious disappointment painted on her sun kissed face; she quickly lost interest and ran to play in the sandbox.
rose tipped buds
tender beginnings
nature’s way
one moment in time
coming to flower
©Tournesol’1702/01
An interesting exercise Petrus gives to Paulo especially when he makes him close his eyes to listen to him tell a story. Not for a moment can he open his eyes and he can smell the oil from the old locomotive where they are sitting…and he listens.
When I think of listening, I cannot help but be reminded of the work I do. Seventeen years ago, I would strain my ears to listen to a caller tell his story. The strain was not to hear the words, it was the body language I was used to that now I had to learn to hear it through the phone. Within months, my hearing became sharper and grew a lense to see. I could hear the frown and sadness at the beginning of a phone call and after a long time…minutes or hours, I could hear an image of this person who had transformed at the end of the call.
tears echo
soft whimpering
telling a tale
telling a tale
a story long overdue
that slow release
as she says goodnight
I can hear a smile
©Tournesol’17/01/29
disturbing leader
frightened neighbours
flooded with worry
disturbing leader
filled with to0 much
of himself
frightened neighbours
strategizing as we speak
the world is watching
flooded with worry
bullies aren’t supposed to win
when will he be stopped?
©Tournesol’17/01/29
on different paths
travellers worldwide
one destination
on different paths
straight, winding or perilous
meet at one crossroad
travellers worldwide
speaking in different tongues
hold the same map
one destination
everyone will soon arrive
in their own time
©Tournesol’17/01/29
Daily Moments – Reflections on spiritual journeys – January 29 2017
We are inspired by the photo above to continue on the Road to Santiago:
spellbound
the road to Santiago
along mountain sides
roused by the clunk of stones
more pilgrims leave their mark
©Tournesol’17/01/29
CDHK The Pilgrimage – a Milestone marker – Imagine this
I love this section of the book where Paulo Coelho not only describes the picturesque scene in the mountain but all the activity, a shepherd, the sheep and the old castle.
I remember reading where Petrus tells Paulo, The House of the Lord has many mansions and it goes on to elaborate the Knights Templar towards the turn of the fourteenth century believed in putting a stop to the fight and division of the three religions of that time, Islam, Christianity and Judaism. When I read this I was not surprised these knights were arrested under false pretenses for the world (King and Pope) were certainly not ready to accept such a great idea…way too threatening. And yet, eight centuries later and we are still far from that utopic idea. Greed, vengeance and entitlement get muddled in the mix. A recent unnamed leader has fallen from the path.
{…}“Their spiritual devotion, in turn, had allowed the Knights Templar to understand the great truth that Petrus had quoted the night before: that the house of the Lord has many mansions. They sought to put an end to religious conflict and to unite the main monotheistic religions of the time: Christian, Jewish, and Islamic. Their chapels were built with the rounded cupola of the Judaic temples of Solomon, the octagonal walls of the Arab mosques, and the naves that were typical of Christian churches.”{…} (Source: The Pilgrimage, Paulo Coelho)
This is the scene our host has given to us for inspiration:
[…] “We arrived one afternoon at the ruins of an old castle of the Order of the Knights Templar. We sat down to rest, and while Petrus smoked his usual cigarette, I drank a bit of the wine leftover from lunch. I studied the view that surrounded us: a few peasant houses, the tower of the castle, the undulating fields ready for sowing. To my right appeared a shepherd, guiding his flock past the walls of the castle, bound for home. The sky was red, and the dust raised by the animals blurred the view, making it look like a dream or a magic vision. The shepherd waved to us, and we waved back. The sheep passed in front of us and continued down the road. …. It was an impressive scene … “ […] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)
on the road
life plays out in a blur
past to present
beauty in the making
a promising future
I think Petrus believed eventually there is hope for a future of peace in a world accepting the Lord’s many mansions. I would like to think that too, if only, for the purpose of this exercise.
©Tournesol’17/01/29
CDHK – The Pilgrimage – that moment
In this section of the book, The Pilgrimage, Paulo tells us about the crimes and robberies committed along The Road to Santiago. Knights began protecting travellers but there was a time the knights competed among themselves. They would challenge each other and do the fighting on a bridge to ensure they did not retreat.
However, I like the last comment by our host, Chèvrefeuille, as it reflects so much of his selfless dedication to hosting haiku meme where poets from all over the world unite and form a family.
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“Bridges … bring people from different sides together, in a way our Haiku Kai can be compared with a bridge. Here we come together, haiku poets from all over the globe … we have build virtual bridges from a lot of countries to here … and I am proud of it.” Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
poets unite
all faiths, cultures and language
under one form
poets unite
under one master
perfecting waka
all faiths, cultures and language
capturing a moment
in nature
under one form
searching a season word
five seven five
©Tournesol’17/01/29
CDHK – The Pilgrimage – The Bridge
Troiku is a new Haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
