August 10, 2020
**** the last flower of autumn fading her voice whispers the rosary **** Moonbathing Winter 2015
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day star
the source of all
i hunger
for your light
on me
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The Bamboo Hut
Vol 2 Issue 1
September 2014
The winter woods hold the silence I crave. Though barren and bereft of green, lacking in birdsong, and harboring a dampness that can get into my bones, I have come to love the winter. It is my desert place. I can hear myself think in the winter. And sometimes I can hear the wisdom voice that whispers in us all. Wandering the silent woods, I discover a stark and singular beauty not present in the lushness of the other seasons. How blessed am I!
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – Haiku My Heart
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The Dreamer:
Awake, my child
come out to play with me
in the universe –
we can laugh at the gurgling brook
and sing with the mockingbird,
I know you heard my owl last night
you took delight in the hooo…hooo…hoo -ing
even as you slumbered on…
Did you know, I took delight in your delight?
The Child:
Oh Dreamer! Let me drop everything
to come out to play with you,
show me every star in every galaxy,
I want to fly through the sky
with the birds and the bees,
roll in the soft cool grass
and cover myself with cherry blossoms,
What a playground you have made for me!
Am I awake or asleep, Dreamer?
The Dreamer (laughing) :
It doesn’t matter, my child,
because, awake or asleep,
you are a dreamer,
just like me.
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©2014 Wabi Sabi
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cloudy morning –
the old woman waits in darkness
for news
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gathering sunlight and hope
from a garden of psalms
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a tiny baby
back in his mother’s arms
safe again
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a hummingbird finding home
settles into its nest
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
I’m experimenting today with a bit of tanka – which I think of as haiku plus two (lines) My grandson (seven weeks old) had surgery at six AM this morning, which inspired this poem. He is doing well, and I can breathe again. Thank God.
For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘haiku my heart’
For Sunday Whirl ‘ #117’
For d’Verse ‘open link night’
For Sunday Whirl #116