Well, there is trouble in my mind
There is dark
There’s dark, and there is light.
I lay your hands over my eyes
As I look deep
Through valleys deep and wide
Across the border line
For the Empire in My Mind…
/The Wallflowers/
Tag: Mind
Carpe Diem Haiku *Scream*
The Scream (litograph) by Edvard Munch (1863-1944)
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trapped in labyrinth
of clinically white walls
a silent scream
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Carpe Diem Haiku *Oneness*
When I saw “oneness” is the new prompt for Carpe Diem today, somehow “Warrior of the Light” by Paulo Coelho came to my mind. Particularly – some lines from the book:
“He might dance down the street on his way to work, gaze into the eyes of a complete stranger and speak of love at first sight, or defend an apparently absurd idea. Warriors of light allow themselves days like these.
He is not afraid to weep over ancient sorrows or feel joy at new discoveries. When he feels that the moment has arrived, he drops everything and goes off on some long-dreamed-of adventure. When he realises that he can do no more, he abandons the fight, but never blames himself for having committed a few unexpected acts of folly.
A warrior does not spend his days trying to play the role that others have chosen for him.”
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crowded streets
touching each other imperceptibly
many onenesses
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every morning
different face in the mirror
pieces of my puzzle
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shadows of labyrinths
searching for the light within
spotless mind
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fingerprint reader
laptop recognizes
my oneness
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Carpe Diem Haiku *Kite*
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running a kite
my mind bound to the sky
sudden release
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Since one of my favourite books is “The Kite Runner” by Khaled Hosseini, I couldn’ t resist writing also a haiku, related to it:
kite’s colourful tail
rising above dust of Kabul
last careless laughter
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Carpe Diem Haiku Special *Pilgrimage to Santiago De Compostela*
There is no featured haiku poet this month on Carpe Diem Special – we will be inspired by “The Pilgrimage” of Paulo Coelho instead. The novel is a recollection of Paulo’s experiences as he made his way across northern Spain on a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. “It is the road that teaches us the best way to get there, and the road enriches us as we walk its length.”
Writing these haiku, I tried to stay close to the mood and spirit of the book:
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between mountain curves
path to discovery
every step counts
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sunlit ruins
wind soothes rugged stones
grain of sand in eye
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glimpsing memories
heart heavier than backpack
i carry on
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The Līgo Haibun Challenge – The World Within
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
Carpe Diem Haiku *Hidden Places*
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migratory birds
journey ahead in wide open
no hidden places
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hidden places
when mind is perplexed
heart knows how to find
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Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Open
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.
And…I will be sending a few of you a free copy of my book, Butterfly Thy Name, each week, in due course – when it’s finished!
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 – Open;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.
Let your ideas flow and enjoy! Ese
Prompt 2 – OPEN
A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it is not open. /F.Zappa/
Can’t wait to see what you will come up with!
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