Tuesday, February 9, 2016

storytelling

even rain
follows her rhythm
of breathing
and she asks
if he feels her

haiku

rippling heartbeats
sunward
flock of birds

storytelling

tilting head to heart
jasmine breeze
the blur circling a smile

I inhale deep
and let go into breeze

Monday, February 8, 2016

storytelling

stormy weather
I ask
to lower the volume

of TV
I need nature to express me

with every thunder, more of letting go
uninhibited sky in me

storytelling

the vastness of space within
vibrating her name
as if a sanskrit mantra
expanding in all directions
every atom of his, smiles

Saturday, February 6, 2016

storytelling

She wraps her scars in poetry. Unbeknown to her, by doing that, she is morphing into butterfly: Wings of dawn and fragrance.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

storytelling

wrapped in his arms
her soul hums a home
of jasmine breeze
how to fly
standing still

storytelling

on her blossoming skin
his kisses, light touches of butterfly
the way to fly inward

3 lines

breeze in the void
she empties herself
first rays of light

2 lines

butterfly
the joker card in a deck of petals

storytelling

he gathers the sun
and delivers it to her
in a light kiss ...
good morning

Sunday, January 31, 2016

3 lines

to afford a childhood
at last, her soul
opts for alzheimer

Saturday, January 30, 2016

haiku

birdsongs
the sun speaks
a second language

micropoetry

with a deep inhale
tugging the blue sky

micropoetry

coloring her midnight
thoughts of his perfume

haiku

weight of snow
on leafless tree
just enough
to survive

storytelling


under black umbrella
all the unshed tears ...
raining raining raining

she needs to borrow a floor
to this bottomless pain

few words

She walks through her shadow, returning home. Light.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

haiku

barefoot, dawn
the voice of quietude
between toes

3 lines

on the edge of a rose petal
the moment that flutters
has a whole universe within

storytelling

how her voice deepens
uttering his name
untold stories heard
in her curling inward
to relive a taste

3 lines

ant traversing sunlight
child's curiosity
on its back

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

senryu

protecting
her old story
she loses her posture

haiku

the longing
marches into fog
and bones

haiku

meditation
how to co-create
pre-dawn breeze

3 lines

entangled in a dream of you
I forget to sleep
thirst sculpting the flow of water

haiku

vipassana retreat
each day a different silence
rising to a crescendo

Sunday, January 24, 2016

storytelling

howling wind
stealing me back
to the big freeze
of boarding school
3 years old child
her mute switch
howling wind

Saturday, January 23, 2016

haiku

kissing my palm
the sky rains
where are you



where are you
the sky rains
kissing my palm

3 lines

to explain elongate

the haunting fragrance
of short lived love story

5 lines

cedar reserve
nurturing shade that engulfs me
how old
giving me space
to step away and realize

Friday, January 22, 2016

haiku

this moment
between different shores
open horizon

haiku

cedar reserve
a visit to
this feel of being protected

haiku

all what remains
a semicolon
at best

5 lines

crossing his gaze
too heavy to hold
her rain droplet

after diffusion
rebirth of sky

Thursday, January 21, 2016

5 lines

fire sprinkler
the cherry blossoms it discharges
I live a metaphor
witnesser of so much hurt
now is healing

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

haiku

between inhale and exhale
the silent mantra
of snow

Personal Note

I look back to the rocky path of my life and now realize only on such path wild flowers are everywhere.

3 lines

lover's gaze
to chip away years
light speed in one skipped beat

PS to reader(s) from Brunei

Thank you for your interest reading my blog :)
Astonished by number of clicks per one week

haiku

seaside ride
everything I cannot confess
in a palm held tight

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Storytelling

barely wing flutters in his ear

all the longing returns home
through her voice

and more
longing stretches its own ceiling

the blossoming part he forgot to be
takes place

as if unheard of, fragrance is birthed

nothing but wing flutters ... barely

Storytelling

in his gaze
incomprehensible expansion of sky
celebrating her

nude and vulnerable
she embraces her wings

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

3 lines

white flower in bloom
to deepen layers
of tonight blues




















(credit to painter)

shiva

shiva
the many ways I destroy me
to unlearn and be

haiku

alluring color of his gaze
interlaced with her skin

butterflies

Storytelling

full moon, swing sofa
his head
on her lap

night hums their waves

his breath
to nest in her thighs

meadow of forget-me-not

Monday, January 11, 2016

lines

She gathers all her love particles to utter his name. Nothing comes out but a breath born from the deepest inhale: Her love particles are His.

Storytelling

lovers
unlearn body movement
to create meadow
of vibrancy
under naked sun

4 lines

nothing to share
not even silence
his west-northwest
hers south east

micropoetry

she keeps a firm grip on wind to cross ache

Contemplation

oneness
catalyst of 5D longing

highest rate of expansion in contradiction

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Storytelling

deepest point of sea
silent choke
flutters each January
since you died
love you papa-mama

Saturday, January 9, 2016

3 lines

she enters his scenery
on her V blouse
each button a blackhole

haiku

flow of hot water
on jasmine flower ball
lovers

3 lines

lifting the sky higher
stars
I search for your face

2 lines

crossing her moonlit face
a breathless sound

3 lines

frankincense and myrrh
valley echoes in mist
monk prayer beads

haiku

bringing the meadow
closer
sunlit wings of butterfly

Storytelling

birdsong
to carry inner breeze
open window

between here and there
no between, no and

Storytelling

one poem
for each reader
different sky and earth

a critic advocates non judgement
and the world goes round

3 lines

dry leaf caught in spiderweb
for burial, which land
late autumn of a refugee

3 lines

garden of thorns crossed

nothing but fragrance
for the windmill

haiku

let it snow
too unbearable
of traces

haiku

water smiles
in shimmery coins
wishing fountain

haiku

marinating dawn
in louder sips
tea

Friday, January 8, 2016

Storytelling

a poem
on making love
tossed to the wind
even mountains respond
in time with cherry blossom

Storytelling


she writes
childlike twirl
the billow her world
vibrancy of colors she feels
eyes closed

Storytelling

every night she builds a bridge
to the moon from longing blocks
only dawn brings her back
for inner breeze

3 lines

elation surges to the breathless
where merging shines a thousand sun
nothing left but traces of sanskrit mantra

4 lines

kiss that let you be
the dive and surge
in between realms
of atoms and stars

Thursday, January 7, 2016

haiku

desert rose
slow-motion of a whirl
skyward

storytelling

she unwraps her day
with a birdsong
from elsewhere
summoning her
to aliveness

Poetry (Lovers)

sniffing him
after long travel
she approaches her Earth

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Poetry (Lovers)

as if reading fire
her fingertips on his lips

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

micropoetry

of windows
marginalia art

haiku

heavy snowfall
to summarize her mood
a note in the margin

haiku

tilting head
deeply into soul
side of the breeze

Monday, January 4, 2016

Personal Note

A year ago, I tapped into a past life that was a game changer on the path to evolution as a soul.

The time is Ancient Egypt. I was a chief builder, commanding a dedicated team of 100 men, best ever team. I was under Thoth, working to build "secretive" cosmic library under the Sphinx. Our job was colossal. Overcoming huge hurdles, we did it. My team revered me so much and I honored their dedication to manifest the impossible. On the eve of job finished and before having time even to savor success, all members of my team were assassinated, no one spared. They were killed by the command of Thoth to preserve what was built as top secret. In total dismay and as if in a mental haze and outrage, I went to Thoth,  and bluntly asked him how he could do that. He talked about minimal price to pay for the benefit of humanity in the far future. Future generations are to discover the place and be enriched by its treasure of knowledge when the sky allows it, only then. At that minute, my disdain to Thoth grew like wild fire in dry forest. I was too loyal to my own circle and could not accept his justification.

It was a game changer in that specific life and later in my soul evolution path. I eventually fell in the trap of being disappointed by the Light Realm, as a whole, for whom I worked tediously for so many lifetimes. I did not accept "collateral damage" and felt as if I betrayed my team. I did not protect them; did not deduce the logical price of secrecy. I was disappointed in me too. I was too enthusiastic to manifest the impossible with my men, with whom I shared food, laughter and sweat.

The trap got bigger, from being disappointed with the Light Realm, to refusing to build anything of substantial meaning in many lifetimes afterward, to ultimately being a wild loner. Though my commitment to the Light Realm never wavered. I did not like it to have physical embodiment yet I served the Light through an extra confined angle I obliged on myself.

At the current time, in my life as Maya, after so much soul healing, I am no more disappointed in the Light Realm. My knowledge expanded to new horizons, among which, the truth that every death is a chosen suicide.

I am about to let go of the "wild loner" card too.

I am just happy to reach a lifetime of no secrecy, at last.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Contemplation

post war, few years
of concrete rebuilding
how many lifetimes for the soul

micropoetry

a heavyweight
gaze of refugee

storytelling

a deep breath
between sky and sea
launching sense of wonder
how round Earth is
it returns deeper

senryu

bedridden
by her side, a birdsong
out of reach

Contemplation

How much soul wounds act like black holes?

haiku

around the wish tree
this flowing in tears, I tie it
multicolor ribbons of light

Contemplation

Whatever happens to our beloved ones, happens foremost in us.

senryu

it startles me
my own palm, that sight
she dies after 10 years coma

Saturday, January 2, 2016

haiku

in the mirror
holding broken light together
stranded shadows

micropoetry

everything whirls
on black hole axis

haiku

inward, silence
to ground the milky way
frozen time

senryu

my mom
a day prior her fatal accident, she cries
missing her mom

Friday, January 1, 2016

storytelling

light, the first-foot
eyeing
the twinkle in her gaze

awoke to the extent of
inter-being

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

storytelling

to amass yearning
for the soul
indentation of collarbone

her alive architecture
of his kisses and tears

where all lingers, a fragrance

Question

Much like Hitler was not just an individual but rather a reflection of collective consciousness vibrating low, so is Donald Trump. The question arises here on how to reshape collective consciousness so to serve humanity much better.

Monday, December 28, 2015

haiku

open sky
this fading away
of wings

haiku

birdview
the stir of music
she is

micropoetry

somewhere else
on her to do list

Sunday, December 27, 2015

3 lines

early morning
a pilgrimage to your lips
infusing light into me

haiku

I clear my throat
the moon
too full

photography (by me)






photography (by me)






Friday, December 25, 2015

micropoetry

wave on crashing wave
the stillness of a lighthouse

Journaling about Sion

in the purple dimension
where I fade
into fumes of consciousness
all is
within three crystal pyramids
looking from the smallest one
as the other two curve
my soul rehydrates
and I know 
home


mother planet visited
in out of body experience
soul memory awakens
since then 
fathomable longing
to surge 
with each breath
from Earth to different galaxy
and a gaze flickers, mine


menorah with eight parallel lives
ushering the sacredness of the current one
roaming aware I comprehend 
yet the longing does not stop
to where all is
wisdom of love
full stop


storytelling

calla lily
unfurling her wings
to cradle his breeze

from the edge of grace
inner light

haiku

all that waiting
behind the window ...

it left her unseen

Thursday, December 24, 2015

haiku

locks of hair sunward
she dives naked

white cloud disappears

Storytelling

stalking her stalker
she accidentally learns
neither of them is fit for stalking

white kiss
on a moonlight beam
shared
from both sides
where river of pain
flows
a juxtaposition

3 lines

Christmas
a shadow darkens
out of place

micropoetry

between tears
emphasis of a swallow

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

3 lines

how of wind
catching its breath
on lips of wild flowers

contemplation

where does the wind go
to rest from all this longing

haiku

reading warmth
through the seven rays
heart of oneness

2 lines

blues
of the violet flame


storytelling

sunlight
escaping darkness
from one country to another
no one labels
refugee

2 lines

cosmic blue
her longing

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

haiku

he squeezes her waist
into him
cello rhymes

3 lines

drifting snowflake
I take off my gloves
to breathe from my skin

storytelling

driven by
the rhythm of wind
a snowflake relaxes into me
I surrender
inbreathing from on high

haiku

pack of wolves
swirling the mountain
christmas garland

haiku

skinny dip
the moonlight too
skipping a heartbeat

haiku

wild dolphins
kite runners
bluest sky inward

haiku

dawn
made by dew
shapeshifting

haiku

wild dolphins
the sea follows
as they jump skyward

5 lines

faint light on floor
seeping through
the window

enough to make her
wonder

Storytelling

winter gathering
the way you almost burn
your fingertips
peeling a chestnut
for me

the way I burn too inward

poem

the way
you summon
more of me
on your lips

pulsating
fingertips
leaflike green
encirling the rose

dawn made by
dew shapeshifting

Monday, December 21, 2015

5 lines

uniting
dirt and sky
winged heart
I whirl
the atom too

self talk

Earth inspires me to celebrate body in every weather. Its core, a crystal cave, fully activated memory for love is, irrespective.

poem

to savor
his peeled soul

nested inside the dimension
between collarbone and neck

her way of kissing
toes flexed

the liquid flow
harmony and explosion

haiku

inner knowing
sweetness of
sun ripe fig

5 lines

whole audacity
peeled soul fragrance
blood moon

shattering
in bliss

haiku

the conjurer, winter solstice
to birth a snowflake
command inner darkness

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Refinement

Refine yourself by shifting your focus from "heaven" into "sacredness".

Within "sacredness",  a pure source energy that connects you to inner peace and makes you vibrate it, commanding harmony that knows you as an integral part of all that is.

The more you increase your awareness, the longer you are able to maintain the frequency of "sacredness".

Quote of mine

Sacredness is not related to Heaven somewhere. It is rather a pure state of being, a frequency you tap into and vibrate.

3 lines

is there an ocean too in there
within words
that carry so much wind

Saturday, December 19, 2015

5 lines

the stringed sun rays
they play
orbs

free flows vibrantly
of I love You



contemplation

bombardment
the serial fragmentation of soul

contemplation

she collects poems
like an opening
to access what is

haiku

war zone
she babysits keys
for relatives



{Inspired by 2006 war on Lebanon, when my relatives, before escaping, left keys of their homes with me. At times, I felt baby sitting hope. Other times, specially when bombardment increased its intensity, I felt I am among what is left behind.}

improvised ;) for peace

driftwood stumbles
on driftwood

the river flows

Poetry

snowflake
on snowflake
the veiled stars leak

they nudge
and nudge
where bright eyes deepen

the simplified lingers
of longing

haiku

with eagle's wings
her spirit anchors
clearer sky

haiku

sharing gazes of wonder
they expand
mom breast feeding baby

Friday, December 18, 2015

haiku or 3 lines

wind chimes
homeward
heart of silence

~
Or
~

wind chimes homeward
portal mid earthly sky
heart of silence within sound

storytelling

out of charcoal night
waves leap
lighthouse's call
I go in the opposite direction
to retrieve shade from shadow

Thursday, December 17, 2015

haiku

Arabic language
life long bleeding scar
I write it in English

Thought

What if hearts crack to leak some love to all that is.

haiku

appearing and disappearing
all this longing, not to grasp
wings of deep blue butterfly

Orbs photography II

By the river of Delphi:















Orbs photography I

By now, my friends comprehend my love of orbs, how I celebrate their presence in my life. Here, are few photos I took last summer, outside my room at Delphi.











haiku

light drizzle
pavement collects
gazes made docile

storytelling

stained glass mosaic window
followed by a sacred breath
how it all makes sense

it basks in colors
her inner gold

haiku

lost poems
to be found
refugees

storytelling

it falls in the gap
sunset
of stone arch window

I come closer to untangle each
last breath lasting

storytelling

she surrenders to sleep
black ink on white pillow
her mask too

she tumbles in bed
is it windy in your dream, dove?

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Flower (photographed by me)


Eagles (photographed by me)

On September 17th I went to Virginia for a meditation retreat at Monroe's institute. Upon arrival, I was greeted by eagles.