luxurious earth
underfoot, remain centered
in the multitudes
Haiku #27
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Understanding
Inquiring within,
just makes you grin
while you continue
to ponder
and reflect upon
all of life’s wonders.
Connection so deep,
you hear the ocean
in every breath,
and feel the breeze of
it’s salty mist,
even after you’ve already
left.
Considerations run
along a thread
of time,
which is sublime,
and, at times,
difficult to find.
Contemplation
requires
a measure
of boldness,
to face
the pain
of another’s life
with stoicism.
Cradling love
in a basket,
weaved with tears
of both pain
and pleasure,
you realize
it’s in between the two,
where life’s requesting
a measure of your solitude.
Quiet now,
you listen and learn
about the riddle,
which perplexed
the mind
for a very long time.
Stillness requires
a sense of vulnerability
and resiliency,
to guide us to the table
of our
greater understanding.
Tenderness
Eyes shine forth, as
they beckon
and seize the caldron
of all that’s come
before.
Knowing
all they’ve seen,
relieved, and
shaped after a parcel
of the pear tree.
Instrumental in providing
a comfortable tether,
as reality becomes
show stopping
and compartmental.
Living
a life of their own
believing in all
that their shown,
and holding onto
the wealth of a
reality grown
from seeds
planted long ago,
cradled, tended, and
watered with love and a
tenderness all their own.
Confidence
Mountains in the distance,
at times,
it’s how it feels when
we are apart,
not living in this instance.
I look out over the rippling
blue water
waving at me,
shimmering in the partial sun
on a day
that is mostly gone.
And, I feel quiet inside,
as I consider
the measure of our commonness,
and smile in the knowing,
that we
will harness more
time, as needed,
as we prepare
for the next confidence
of our
collective consciousness.
In response to the WDYS #83 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Rooted
I hike the trail,
while also knowing
the trail hikes me, which
though it may seem like a paradox,
is just another example of the oneness of
this world’s orthodox.
As we move on the trail,
there are wonders
to behold
as a whole myriad of greenness
comes to life
before our very eyes,
and, we begin to see why
it is that this world,
is so full of pain
and pleasure both,
though
there is another way
forward,
if you are so bold.
Remembering
that all of nature
is a reflection
of all that we see
beneath
the layers
of memories and ideas
we’ve held onto
out of necessity
and, in part, grandiosity.
Notions
of what’s come before,
become magical connections,
just like the trees roots,
as they make their necessary
preparations.
Rooted
in the unknowing,
we become like the tree,
both flexible,
and deeply anchored,
in the One with the knowing.
In response to Writing Contest by Soni, from Soni’s thoughts.
Haiku #26
the sounds of water
cascade through me, quiet and
quite beyond compare
I made it out to Silver Falls State Park today. What an amazing morning. Beautiful. I will share more about the hike in the next installment of Willamette Valley Wanderings and Wonderings, yet just had to share this pic, and the accompanying haiku, which occured to me as I took in all of the beauty today.
Helping Hand
Surpassing
the grandstand,
I withstand the pull,
as my heart
continues to fill
with
an effervescent joy
at all that is employed,
by the gentle touch of a stranger
helping another, who finds themselves
in a little bit of trouble.
Looking into their eyes,
cascading ripples
of love are seen
moving from one to
another
as the realization dawns
that the stranger is our brother.
Mistaken,
we are not, as the soul
we see
is a mere reflection of the
We.
Take heart then,
and don’t fall apart. Rather,
withstand the pull
of another’s desire, and lend
a helping hand
when you can.
Caress
Transfigured
and transformed
like a star
that’s met its last
act of resistance,
and takes the
final curtain call.
We
move through the world
with hopes and desires,
fed by the
gravity of tomorrow.
Pulled into it,
we dance alongside
the wheel of time,
as it turns, and
witness a mirage
and a beauty,
which is one of a kind.
A simple caress
from the morrow,
beckons us
with a will borrowed
and called
forth upon its own sorrow.
And, then?
At destinies chance,
we glance back
and thank
the helping hand
guiding us,
just like all the rest.
Atop
sitting atop,
ponder the new,
while existence
comes into view
In response to the WDYS #82 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Beyond Time
Love breathes life
into my being, as I stare
out the window of time,
and gaze back
at all of my past crimes.
They are detailed before
me front and center,
outlined
by the pane of censure.
Cracks in the glass of being,
splinter without a care,
radiating out like a spider’s
web of intoxicating pleasure.
And, just now?
I’m pulled back
from my reverie, and
breathe in deep, knowing
that the past, like the future,
only live in the mind’s shallow glass.
While, conversely,
full is the being
without mind,
always present,
and beyond time.
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