The Līgo Haibun Challenge – Time To Blossom

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There are two prompts for the Līgo Haibun Challenge this week:
“Earth laughs in flowers” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
or
“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher” – William Wordsworth.
My choice fell on the laughing earth…

“Earth laughs in flowers and I think I know why,” you suddenly said as we were lying breathless among the blades of grass…with dandelion fluff in hair, dizzy from scent of the meadow and each other. “Earth can’ t laugh in trees – they are so majestic in their determination. It takes much more than a giggle for a tiny seedling to reach upwards while letting the roots embed deeply in the ground…step by step, year by year…collecting those precious growth rings almost like prizes for another year survived. Earth can’ t laugh in mountains…those raw curves radiating natural sensuality, yet bringing some stability at the same time. Rivers? Neither! They are the tears shed and the heartaches survived. For the moments to reach within and find peace the best ones seem to be deserts while the wind constantly whispers about mysterious roads to be taken. And then there is one happy laughing earth with flowers. It lets us see the shy smile in cornflowers and the flirty giggle in poppies. The open laugh in clover and the kind smile in daisies. With waltzing bees and butterflies like colorful whirling dervishes in between. And with us…to notice…to see…simply to be…to laugh along.” I silently smiled.

petals unfold
tiptoeing through the meadow
i learn to feel

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Līgo Haibun Challenge – Dewdrops

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There was something so captivating I couldn’ t take my eyes off it. Transparent, yet so full of colours at the same time. I could almost see myself in it. Or the tiny part of the whole wide world. Mirroring. With all the fragrances of the meadow infused in one single drop – another perfection created by nature. Right in front of my face holding on up there, pulsating seamlessly on the very tip of the grass blade. Pure. Fragile. Ripe. Trying to fight gravity. I held my breath – time had stopped in that very moment, right before…the inevitable. Touch of the very first sun beam was too much for it to bear, so with a soft shudder the slide down began. Smoothly, gracefully. And, though I was more than tempted to catch it and feel the bursting wetness on my fingertips, I let it reach the ground. And disappear like it had never existed.

just through night till dawn
too beautiful to last longer
life of a dewdrop

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