Daily Moments – Jan 6’16 (haibun)

©Clr'16/01/06
©Clr’16/01/06

She sits draped in fleece admiring a nature’s morning splendour. The eye could capture only hundreds of shades and nuances…a human lens shooting in slow motion. She smiles with pride. One must  witness the slightest changes to appreciate the glory of it all; she felt lured, this frigid morning, by an omnipresence. In reverent silence, she recites her mantra before this sacred panorama.

©Clr'16/01/06
©Clr’16/01/06

O mystical one
rise above the horizon
shine on me

© Tournesol’16/01/06

Daily Moments

first light (troiku – daily moments)

© Clr '16
© Clr ’16

first light
golden glow awakens
birth of a day

first light
morning feed starts the day,
newborn cries

golden glow awakens
icicles spark wanting hearts
hope’s desires

birth of a day
filled with promise
new beginnings

© Tournesol ’16/01/02

Daily Moments 

Carpe Diem #888 Hatsuhikari (first light of the sun

au fond du coeur (haiku- daily moments)

au fond,
dans le gousset de mon cœur
tu es toujours là

in the depth,
in the pocket of my heart
you are always there

(c) Tournesol’16

Daily Moments Jan 1, 2016

Happy New Year (haibun – daily moments – haiga)

© Clr '16
© Clr ’16

Happy New Year !  I sit here, thinking of the possibilities of this year and hope I can fill at least a tiny part of these inspired opportunities I do have.

We are well into three hours of 2016 and I am high on life, my beliefs and my hopes.  I just finished watching Patch Adams and Robin Williams made me laugh out loud and weep with happiness at the compassion he shows to patients.  The only bad words in the entire movie for me was “transference” and “class above patients”.  Yes, well, this movie just confirmed what I have felt, lived and believed most of my career in the helping profession.  Oh, I know I am not a medical expert but the message in this film goes beyond that.   I am not an expert, people who come  for support are the experts and I simply try to help them recognize that.

This film renewed my faith in my goal in life. To strive for compassion even when things look bleak for me, to not judge, and to expect nothing more than a will to try to to remember the times I have been low on life and simply show empathy.  We’ve all been there.    Sometimes the only thing we can say is, “Man that sucks! I’m sorry you are going through that.”

I don’t believe in making a list of resolutions for the New Year because that just leads to causing stress and fear of not succeeding. The only resolve I do want to carry over every year is to strive to be the best person I can be, forgive myself when I slip up and keep my heart open at all times even if it hurts sometimes.  The benefits are worth the pain.

This past year was a year of healing and I don’t think I would have managed as well (with my sanity) without your support and encouragement. Bless you and thank you.

Writing here in this amazing community at WordPress has enabled me to grow in my writing…I have learned through your comments and through your creative gems you have shared here.

Onward to 2016 with as much inspiration and soulful promise in writing and sharing.

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a brand new year
fresh snow glistens
snowflake on my cheek

© Tournesol ’16/01/01

shaking the blues (haibun)

Feeling this heavy weight this morning makes it difficult to find her get up and go. She shuffles to the shower, hoping to wash off fragments of gloom and doom. Caffeine doesn’t even work. She puts on her coat and wraps her long scarf around her to brave the cool autumn air on her way to work.

© Cheryl-Lynn R.'15
© Cheryl-Lynn R.’15

grey clouds linger
trees brave autumn winds
shaking off the blues

© Tournesol ’15

Written for Monday Writes

verses

Humble offering (haiku)

© Clr'
© Clr’

September 27th Supermoon Lunar Eclipse

(haiku)
exudes perfection
I had nothing to capture
your glowing presence

only deity
manifests divine beauty
of this calibre

forever
etched in my memory,
divine excellence

© Tournesol `15

Full Moon May 14th 2014 was a sight for sore eyes. I tried to take a photo…okay, I took many but nothing, just nothing rendered its beauty.

Update: September 28, 2015 after seeing the super blood moon and lunar eclipse last night, I have to say I was thrilled beyond words…so will use this poem to share my experience last night as well as a photo I took with my I-phone.

weep not (troiku – Jennifer Hu inspired)

Hu, Jennifer (2014-10-30). The Flow of Peace: 40 Haiku inspired by Zen practice (October 2014) (Kindle Locations 18-19). . Kindle Edition.

Out my window
even the sky
will end. . .
© Jennifer Hu (The flow of Peace)

I’ve tried to create a troiku with Hu’s haiku:

Out my window
even the sky
will end. . .
© Jennifer Hu

out my window
a robin preys
fledglings chirp

even the sky
has its limits,
weeps

will end…
for a season – only,
weep not

© Tournesol’15

sommeil (haiku)

Random thoughts upon reflection each time she awakens from her sleep. Regurgitating morsels as she continues to read her novel, Ammachi, A biography of Mata Amritanandamayi.

sommeil, sommeil!
enveloppe moi dans ton duvet
rêveries divins

tears on her feet
unaware of the lotus
droplets of remorse

spider pauses
frog on a lotus pad-waits,
simply plays dead

budding purity
compassions’ embracing arms
a lotus blossoms

(c) Tournesol’15

pocketfull of blessings (haibun)

Pocketful of blessings. That is what I am feeling today. The past two weeks I have been blessed with the presence of wonderful, compassionate and amazing people in person and virtually.

You know when you travel and pick up a pebble or rock to keep as a souvenir? Well, so far I have a pocketful of blessings. I am seeing more and more how we are more the same than we are different if you look deep into your heart. We are all from one amazing race…the Human Race.

grey skies

(tanka)

nature’s blessings
starlings harmonize at dawn
scent of flowers
angelic arcs multi-hued
artist’s last strokes at dusk

© Tournesol ’15

budding night (haiga)

Double_Bass_Player_II_by_thereisnoband

(Photo credits: http://www.enzorefice.it/walkin-bass-la-melodia-infinita/)

bassist stirs
fingers strumming
to her heartbeat
burgeoning soul blooms
moonflower in the night

© Tournesol ’15

Spirit jives to the horn’s rhythm

Six Word Saturday

Carpe Diem Utabukuro #6 moonflowers