life in bloom beyond a dream
one of fairest things I've seen
this ocean of tranquility
with its zen-like decor
they sit for hours
in total silence
a smiling Buddha
to the arrow-like exchange
of amorous glances
an implicit confirmation
of intimate liaisons
from lives past and present
the odd tap
of wooden chopsticks
picking up sushi
the only music
dare not enter
this oasis of love....
as eyes keep
rapidly exchanging words
while lips stay silent
Waiting for later
I realised: this is it –
this is all there is.
“Mother Prudence – Faxing to Ger” (“De porseleinkast – Faxen aan Ger”, 2018, Nicolien Mizee)
There, the air does quake
But it becomes the nothing
As the fly passes
In response to: "Everything vibrates. There is no nothing."
Walk on Mother Earth...feel the pulsation of love
flow through you and let the tree of life grow
All those walking on earth are lighthouses
meant to shine for one another with beam of love,
compassion and forgiveness.
Inspired by a chat with Claryt
The lighthouse voice of spirit.
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A crest with no trough?!
You can not break the silence
Its in your bones...
A fitting haiku for a return from a hiatus
What is hidden in an empty box?
What is the time in a world with no clocks?
What is the length of the universe?
Is infinity a distance that man can traverse?
How high is high? How wide is wide?
How do we get to the other side?
I once had a dog but I gave him no name
I'd clap my hands and he'd come just the same
He loved to chase after imaginary sticks
I taught him all kinds of meaningless tricks
Like rolling over and sitting up on command
But he wouldn't stop barking if I made that demand
If you can't see the forest because of the trees
Would you see flowers if there were no weeds?
I walked in a circle for one full day
And never once did I lose my way
How many stars are in the night sky?
I ponder this question... but I don't know why!
lovely dark storm
quiet strolling ready
storm, i was about to ask
why you linger on
but that’s a silly question
in the face of mountains
and great wheels
Above my sadness,
swallows are swiftly winging –
in the laughing winds.
"Donna Donna" (1960, Joan Baez)