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A Great Silence

Carpe Diem #1391 A Great Silence

“A Great Silence” is taken from the following poem by Rumi:

beautiful spring
a tear falls
I have no words


Revise That Haiku

Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #24 Revise That Haiku

in the moonlight,
the color and scent of the wisteria
seems far away

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

moonless night
scent of wisteria
pierces the fog

Saladin’s Begging Bowl

Carpe Diem #1389 Begging Bowl

Of these two thousand “I” and “We” people,
which am I?

Don’t try to keep me from asking!
Listen, when I’m this out of control!
But don’t put anything breakable in my way!

There is an original inside me.
What’s here is a mirror for that, for you.

If you are joyful, I am.
If you grieve, or if you’re bitter, or graceful,
I take on those qualities.

Like the shadow of a cypress tree in the meadow,
like the shadow of a rose, I live
close to the rose.

If I separated myself from you,
I would turn entirely thorn.

Every second, I drink another cup of my own blood-wine.
Every instant, I break an empty cup against your door.

I reach out, wanting you to tear me open.

Saladin’s generosity lights a candle in my chest.
Who am I then?

His empty begging bowl.

© Rumi (Tr. Coleman Barks)


my parents house
no longer a hub of laughter
just an empty shell


dusty road
street urchin’s empty hand

Community of Spirit

Carpe Diem #1388 The Community Of The Spirit

A Community Of The Spirit:
There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street,
and being the noise.
Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.
Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.
Open your hands,
if you want to be held.
Sit down in this circle.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd’s love filling you.
At night, your beloved wanders.
Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.
Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.
Flow down and down in Always
widening rings of being.

my soul’s prison
hemmed in with worry
afraid of street music


opening blooms
drinking in life’s water
joy and delight

The Breeze at Dawn

Carpe Diem #1387 The Breeze at Dawn

The Breeze at Dawn:

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

© Rumi


dawn touches the window sill
breeze flutters my hair


Carpe Diem Crossroads #1 Introduction to a new feature and a first try

alone on the beach
only the cries of seagulls –
breathing silence

© Chèvrefeuille

And the other one I have chosen is by my master, Matsuo Basho:

young leaves
I would like to wipe away
tears in your eyes

© Basho


tears trickle
breathing in silence
only a gulls cry

Sign of Spring

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #23 Kamishibai, the art of story telling

Your haibun may have a maximum of 250 words (including the haiku). The haiku in your haibun have to be classical, so with 5-7-5 syllables, a seasonword, a cuttingword, an interchangeable first and third line, a deeper meaning and of course nature. The haiku has to be that really short moment similar with the sound of a pebble thrown into water.
Then a last “rule”, your haibun must be themed “springtime”.



My hands rummage beneath last falls leaves all is cold and slimy.  Next to me peeking from the remains of yesterday’s snow, my iris. I look around noticing all the spring blooms that were not visible two days ago, grape hyacinths, violets, narcissi.  Clearing the wet leaves unearths an earthworm and anemic green shoots desperate for sun. The wind stirs reminding me winter’s touch is still near. I pause and still my thoughts. I listen and hear the soft rattle of last spring’s Siberian iris and the clink of the bottle tree invoking old ghosts. The wind ruffles my hair and I shiver, but it also delights me with the fragrance of daffodil.  With determination and renewed hope I return to my task of clearing dead foliage and downed branches.

the call of springtime
winter holds my heart captive
suspend in time



Revised Haiku  _ not following the word count

signs of spring –
winter holds captive
my heart


Carpe Diem #1386 Silence …

Two Days of Silence
After days of feasting, fast.
After days of sleeping, stay awake
one night. After these times of bitter
storytelling, joking, and serious
considerations, we should give ourselves
two days between layers of baklava
in the quiet seclusion where soul sweetens
and thrives more than with language.

© Rumi (taken from The Book of Love)

garden silence
my hands tend the ground
listening for spring


among the flowers
quiet song of life
my soul uplifted

No Human Speech Can Match

Carpe Diem #1379 Rise of Islam along the Silk Road (final episode February 2018; introductory episode March 2018)

[…] “As for the righteous, they will be in a secure place. Amidst gardens and springs. Dressed in silk and brocade, facing one another. So it is, and We will wed them to lovely companions. They will call therein for every kind of fruit, in peace and security. Therein they will not taste death, beyond the first death; and He will protect them from the torment of Hell. A favor from your Lord. That is the supreme salvation” […] (Source: Quran, English translation by Talal Itani)  (Surah 44: Ayah 51-57)

autumn storm
seed pods slits open
spilling its contents
spring rains refresh
moonflowers blossom


garden of peace
feeding each other fruit
adorned in flowers


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