Carpe Diem Haiku *Dawn*

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“At The Dawn” – song by E.Grishkovets&Brainstorm:

No, no, I already know…I know that my youth is over. Right now all I can do is remember. But I remember that back in my youth I did not feel happy. I felt quite the opposite – that it was complicated, nobody understood me, didn’ t hear me…but now I know: back there and then it was happiness. Though in those days I knew nothing. And waited for something! And I had the feeling somebody was calling me…

At the dawn voices are calling me…

And what was I waiting for? I waited for an amazing destiny, unique life. I wanted to feel everything, to try everything – so much and as soon as possible. I could walk down the street with my reflections in the windows and hope strongly that somebody will fall in love with me and is waiting out there…for me. I could also stay awake till the morning thinking and feeling that very soon, already this morning, so soon … soon …

At the dawn voices are calling me…

And there, in my youth, when I looked at the morning mist over the river as I was returning home in an early hour through the sleeping city, it always seemed to me, or more like, I was sure that they were calling me … particularly me…

At the dawn voices are calling me…

Youth is gone… But life goes on. It gives us moments of happiness, and tries to break us now and then… The multi-faceted life. And after ten years, we realize that we have been happy, but haven’ t noticed it…yet again. We should simply appreciate it right here and right now, for what it is … Life itself is happiness…

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wandering
in mist of awaking city
dreams of my youth

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Omsk*

Fairy tale weddings and grand entrances sometimes are connected quite tightly to “happily ever after”. Tatiana Filatova from the Siberian city Omsk decided not only to make her wedding day the happiest day of her life but also a really impressive event to remember. Happy bride went down the aisle in the longest veil in the world – 3686 meters (12093.2 feet). All the way to the wedding ceremony it was helped to carry by about 300 volunteers and 33 limousines while the bride and groom were standing in a special carriage.

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veil of virtue
gentle curves all over city
intangible happiness

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Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Veil_Omsk

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Ese’ s Weekly Shoot&Quote Challenge – Happiness

My challenge is my passion – a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image. Every week on Sunday I will post a new prompt. 

I want to thank my fellow bloggers who have already become a part of this challenge. Being constantly on the road last week I wasn’t able to post a new prompt but this week things are hopefully getting back to normal again.

Everyone’ s welcome to join! All you have to do is:

– create a post of your own with the title Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Happiness;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.

Let your ideas flow and enjoy!  Ese

Prompt 18 – HAPPINESS

Do you know I don’t know how one can walk by a tree and not be happy at the sight of it? How can one talk to a man and not be happy in loving him! Oh, it’s only that I’m not able to express it…And what beautiful things there are at every step, that even the most hopeless man must feel to be beautiful! Look at a child! Look at God’s sunrise! Look at the grass, how it grows! Look at the eyes that gaze at you and love you! /F.Dostoyevsky/

Yes, there’s so much that makes us happy…

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…either it is beauty all around…

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…something heart has been longing for…

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…or freedom and the whole wide world at our feet…

Do you know what makes you happy?

The Līgo Haibun Challenge – The World Within

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There’ re two prompts for the Līgo Haibun Challenge this week:
“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?” by Khalil Gibran
OR
“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty” by Rumi.
Since seeking seems to be a bit of my thing, the choice happened naturally…

Seeking and finding. Losing and seeking again. The never-ending circle, going around, turning me into a squirrel on a wheel. Every time it was different, yet still the same. Not important if I knew what I was looking for or I had no clue whatsoever, I ended up finding.

Something.

Or at least a new place to start from. I went around the world seeking happiness – counting grains of sand on empty beaches, challenging the mountains while letting them challenge me, feeling the pulse of hasty cities becoming my own. Running barefoot through a meadow on an early summer morning, wondering where to next. Where to rush to seek.

Or maybe it was fear of the moment that was supposed to be next. The one of taking a breath.

It turned out all I needed was time.

To stop. To see and to listen. Time to make me realise it was supposed to come from within, all of it. Happiness. Love. Joy and sadness. There was so much inside me, a clutter so busy and loud I had forgotten how to differ what was significant. A new path had appeared. Step by step I learned to un-become being blunt towards myself. Not to stop seeking, on the contrary – to find that string in me, the pure and raw one to be able to play the sounds that found me. As simple as that and at the same time as complicated. To be open and harbor the moments of confluence. Of me becoming a world within the world. The seeker.

at the mountain top
grains of sand between my toes
world travelled with me

The Līgo Haibun Challenge

When Words Are Not Necessary

What is the best way to say „I love you”? Is there the best way to say it at all? Maybe with that vocalisation of rain or the floods of the sun beams all over the windows, roofs and faces. Or with the last snowflakes whirling down under a lonely street lamp of a Northern town. That kiss, that so much longed for kiss. With the whole world at our feet standing on the top of a volcano. With the curves of the desert dunes of the Orient. My first Lapis lazuli in palm on a distant path somewhere in the Hindu Kush mountains. With all those sounds and noise of a crowded room where I would recognize even your shadow. With the last beats of a tango in a rustic bar. When it seems I don’ t have to say anything at all. When everything to be said can be read in my every move, caress, touch, in my eyes, in yours. In silence between words. In every smile and giggle. In every crushing “Goodbye”, even if it is for an hour or two.  In every moment of missing you. Clear or foggy, cold or hot, it must be said today, yesterday and tomorrow. A year ago. Two. A year ahead. And many more that can’t be counted. Shouldn’t be. Right now. In this very second. It’s mutual…the intimacy there could be just between 2 people – us. The feelings travelling two ways, with their own speed, strenght and intensity. Unpredictable. Poweful. Alluring. Dangerous. But there. One could call it the most powerful feeling. Or one could simply call it happiness.

Jane Birkin&Serge Gainsbourg Je T’aime