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March 2018

Crossroads

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

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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”.

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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

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Revised Haiku  _ not following the word count

signs of spring –
winter holds captive
my heart

Silence

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

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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

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garden of peace
feeding each other fruit
adorned in flowers

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Present Life

Carpe Diem #1380 present life

[…] “And cite for them the parable of the present life: it is like water that We send down from the sky; the plants of the earth absorb it; but then it becomes debris, scattered by the wind. God has absolute power over everything.  Wealth and children are the adornments of the present life. But the things that last, the virtuous deeds, are better with your Lord for reward, and better for hope.” […(Surah 18: Ayah 45 & 46)

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sunflower blossoms
praising it’s maker for rain
giving food to the birds

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life’s journey
walking with nature
doing good works
adornments of the present
pale to the Lord’s rewards

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