It Will Come…

I was thinking about the best way to sum up the departing year, wondering what the right words would be until I found this song… The original version is from my childhood – from an old Russian movie about Mary Poppins, bringing back lovely memories. And I have the feeling it fits also today…when something is about to end and something new – to begin. Things change, winds do and so do we together with them…

The world keeps turning like a carousel,
Enchanted with an everlasting spell
With winds of malice, envy, strife and gall
Can’t count them all…

Can’t count them all-no life has been immune
To strife and anger that arise so soon
To crush our dreams and then instill our fears
With rains of tears and winds so fierce.

Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun,
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.

Yet in this world there is a wind of change,
It comes to cause all things to rearrange.
It will come flying when the time is right-
To drive away the winds of strife.

Day and night, the world of ours has ever been
Going ’round the sun
Making all the storms of life and biting winds
Come full circle now.

Soon the raging winds will halt and cease
All the way beyond our range
It will come, this tender, fresh and warmer breeze
Called the wind of change…

Cherish each other&every moment that life gives you, and have a wonderful New Year!

It’s time…

If every single
white thought
would turn into a candle,
the flow of the stream of light
would never stop…

Merry Christmas to you and everyone you hold dear!

Believing, hoping and loving,
Ese

You Are In My September…

Indian summer in September…so bittersweet… It reminds me of a pinch of salt in a freshly cut wound – still open, still here and burning. Burning because it has always been too short. Because it has passed once again and because I want to believe summer is never supposed to end…

Carpe Diem Haiku *Inner Self (Solitude)*

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unable to find
what is not there
another lost soul

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a glimpse of light
through a crack in the concrete wall
reaching inside out

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Forest*

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deep in snowdrift
i wrap my arms around old pine
winter’ s last dance

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droplets of birch sap
dribbling down the rugged bark
spring reaches forest

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forgotten forest path
hidden in crinkles of chanterelle
a spruce needle

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colourful mud
not a leaf in the forest
spared by autumn frost

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Image courtesy of Google

Līgo Haibun Challenge – Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…

It is a choice between “bridge” and “fountain” on Līgo Haibun Challenge this week and quite naturally I ended up with the first one…

There’ re so many bridges around – the visible and invisible ones. Connecting places, people and even incompatible things. Teaching and challenging or simply letting to enjoy.

Music is one of those bridges and it reaches us from everywhere. From the waves, curling around the sandcastles. The playful breeze, running through branches and leaving soft whispers behind. The buzz of bees in splendor of a meadow. From clattering of storks and songs of cicadas. An echo, leaving and returning to the sun glazed mountain top. From the way a sudden storm hits the city and droplets hiss on ignited cobblestones. From cherries, bursting on tongue and inevitable dripping of ice-cream through fingertips. From laughter and conversations, lasting long after sunset. And even from warm, comfortable silence…

bridge of rainbow
droplets play a song
on wind chimes

sultry night
cicadas and me
on the same wavelength

Līgo Haibun Challenge

PS: Since I had a “clean” musical post on mind when I started to write, I still will attach another Fabulous Five (bridges) of mine here –  the summery ones. They still seem to fit the theme…

Carpe Diem Haiku *Canyon*

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wandering
through the ancient wrinkles
only wind

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Carpe Diem Haiku *Dawn*

“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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Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time…

I think birthday is probably one of the few days in a year when kind of “existential” thoughts cross mind. Since it is mine today (yet another time of turning 18), I decided to write them down. Even if only to be able to look back after a year and compare…

“Once upon a time” is the beginning, holding quite a lot of promises in it but, like I was recently told, we never know where it will bring us and what the end will be like. Similar to life itself – full of unexpected turns, the roads that lead to the places I never thought I might be at. Mountains that take my breath away, deserts to be tantalized by, oceans to touch even if only with toes. Time to laugh from the bottom of my heart and also the one for tears to find their own trajectories. A moment of heart racing a shooting star and intimacy reaching beyond imaginable. Intensity of fireworks and purity of a dew drop. Ability to balance on the knife blade and not to slip. Courage to fall if everything goes wrong (or right). And even more – to get up again. Searching and finding, and searching again. People whose presence is never taken for granted, things that are worth to be noticed – so many of them. And maybe that’ s where the beauty comes from – never losing hope to find… What? I don’ t know exactly, myself I guess. Even if it takes a lifetime. All the way to the happy end if there turns out to be one.

growth rings of a tree
year by year walking the line
older doesn’ t mean wiser

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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