Monday, May 22, 2017

storytelling

kite mid flight
I notice the arm
of my inner child
strong breeze
rippling in waves
the meadow I

storytelling

blue sky
tugging a kite
tugging a child
tugging a tender gaze
all in bloom

quote

Your subconscious creates your reality.

storytelling

tiny palms
birthing a strand of suns
she whirls
I stand basking in
the miraculous

micropoetry

lit candle
the warmth from home

storytelling

in the park
reading sunset
on a flower's lips
gust of wind
an underline

haiku

when a sliced moon
is fullest

orchid

haiku

in the land of caves
saints balancing warlords
lebanon ~

words & ambiance

to whirl on an axis of stillness
for the flowering of light at midnight
a whole universe within the seed
that decomposes time & space

words & ambiance

homeward white spaces
an early afternoon birdsong
slow deep breathing the blue sky

Monday, May 15, 2017

haiku

finding two stars
first step
to make her swing

micropoetry

my skin reciting the breeze
fullest moon

storytelling

swaying in the breeze
my soul embodies the white
of a rose at midnight
full moon
& portal sky

storytelling

he plants flames
ant vertebrae by vertebrae
I breathe deep & slow
nurturing the seedlings
till the phoenix rise

storytelling

blue and vast
my soul flows
to a myriad of lands
in few lines that fade
for the feel of oneness

micropoetry

birthing light
with a birdsong

micropoetry

he lingers on my lips
nibbling on dews and heart song

Saturday, May 6, 2017

haiku

descending holy dew
his lips catch
fire to ascension

haiku

holy dew of hermon
glistening homeward
lovers in full bloom

Thursday, May 4, 2017

storytelling

following the umbrella
herd of hats
and cameras
while I sip my coffee
sunbathing cat

haiku

scent of rose bed
pillowing the butterfly
I rise to breathe

haiku

the rumbling pebbles
of a wave
late evening quietude

haiku

saffron robe
to enter heart
I wear sunset

storytelling

they see her colors
he feels her light
fire
nothing to declare
scent of cedars

storytelling

fishing morning light
a spider web
of dews
deep in-breath
this eternal moment

3 lines poem

down on green grass
palms open to the sky
I read the universe

haiku

morning light
surfing birdsongs
homeward

storytelling

in droplets of soft rain
dreams lost, dreams found
I taste equanimity
this surrender
an open door

haiku

mom caresses me still
from behind the veil
the predawn breezes

storytelling

deep in the night
a divine awe
of shared silence
one million star whirling
in my heart

haiku

garden buddha
his smile more noticeable
under rain

haiku

letting go of umbrella
under the steady rain
of jazz

micropoetry

footprints on sand
beautiful this ease in erasing

haiku

mountain temple
out of nowhere
this deep breath

haiku

the bougainvillea
that outgrows the wired fence

Lebanon

Friday, March 31, 2017

storytelling

on the outwardly leaning petal
shadows of lovers
in deep consolation to each other
and I discover the origin
of rose scent

Thursday, March 30, 2017

haiku

to explore the milky way
closing eyes

meditation

haiku

billowing white curtains
the empty space less empty
breeze

Pencil Drawing

A month or so, ago, I picked up a new hobby: Pencil Drawing. My teacher is so graceful in her interference that the classes gave me a boost in stamina of drawing. I wish I have a teacher of poetic expression or script writing, who is as much graceful. I blossom in delicate environments.

So, sharing with you, my reader, the rose I drew yesterday:




Monday, March 27, 2017

haiku

between lost and found
the swing
of dreams

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Reflection

how ancient
are your scars
dear soul
a trapped particle
in quantum frequency
of longing and guilt
let us delete all to return
to the default state of oneness

Friday, March 24, 2017

micropoetry

her transparency
wings
for self realization

micropoetry

of cherry blossom
that eternal drift

haiku

from star to star
cricket leaps
what an invitation!

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

haiku

from what if
to so what
maturity

Monday, March 20, 2017

haiku

philosopher's quest
in few minutes
interrogation at airport

storytelling

this silent howling
flooding into me
full moon possessiveness

do I need iron bars over window
or strip home of walls

storytelling

for every leaf
a butterfly
gust of wind

are you floating still
without a body

Sunday, March 19, 2017

micropoetry

bellybutton in flutter
the tug of a hum-kite

storytelling

the way we gather rain droplets
to drink the sky
the way we shed them too
to be sky
life

storytelling

Archimedes
she notices

immersed in predawn
she loses the weight
of silence

micropoetry

gathered wind
in a kiss

micropoetry

under skin
poetry of touch

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

micropoetry

crying in the shower
the little girl
afraid of making a noise
can you tell her birds
to start liking noise

Monday, March 13, 2017

storytelling

the descendant
planting a kiss
to lengthen spine
cosmic wings
over a river of earthly shivers
tilting to lead infiniti

haiku

breathing in
the rhythm of rain
to let go

storytelling

untangling the present
the wider horizon
of dandelion seeds

nature thrives
with wings

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Note on the margin

"Nails midst bleeding palms did not produce a Jesus out of Jesus"
(A channeled quote by me during a Family Constellation workshop I participated in Saturday March 11)
~
What if we do not value suffering but rather value higher state of consciousness. An invitation to let suffering become obsolete in the Aquarius Age.

Metaphysical Note: Medulla Olongata

Your Medulla Oblongata is your ego's home (seat of ego). It is as well your gateway to and fro other realms. You experience life through your ego. You experience intergalactic state of being through your ego too. You are advised as first step to assign a gatekeeper to this intergalactic gateway. No better choice for gatekeeper than your own higher self to assure only the best of the best to have access to it.

  An enlightened ego is your best ally to manage well and prolong liberation once attained. In case of high energy entering your body through your crown chakra first instead of medulla oblongata, liberation becomes a shooting star: shortly experienced with adverse reactions.

We learn to bow to receive direct download to the medulla. Yogis lock their chins during meditation for the same reason too.

The medulla is directly connected to the third eye: As if the 'film' that is in the backroom, gets to be projected on the third eye screen. This 'film' is the knowing from elsewhere.

May you grasp how precious your medulla hence your ego are.

Friday, March 10, 2017

micropoetry

what is blooming on the naked tree
different shades of the same moon

storytelling

south sea pearl
deeper in his palm
her tingling kiss

the outer breeze
of wild inner fire

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Arabic poetry

يَتَرنح على طرف الليل
عِشقٌ بخِفّة النور
اسامِرُ عِطرَه العابِق الى آخر المدى

micropoetry

whirling
she opens her petals
to be the cosmic sun

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

storytelling

garden, this place to choose
to read s k y
the flower's inhale

he exhales
written poetry

Monday, February 27, 2017

Note to Self: 12th house blessing

I have been lately exploring new hobbies. I knew from my mom (blessed be) that I was born very early morning. Actually, it was the day of her own 30th birthday. Anyway, without exact timing, I did not find any resonance in astrology until I solved my exact timing. Using dowsing, I found out I was born 6:50 am. That enabled me to do my chart. Then the mystery of the 12th house unfolded. I have a stellium: Four planets in same house, the 12th, and of the same sign. It is common knowledge in Astrology that the 12th house is the house of suffering. Yet further in-depth exploration lead to my newest discovery:


"The twelfth house contains inheritance from the social/tribal group and the collective at large. It also can provide information on access and personal interface with Spirit, consciously or otherwise. At some point in soul development a person will find it imperative to integrate an individuated concept of self with cosmic, social and natural elements surrounding him. The greatest potential for self-mastery, expression of genius and true profession comes out of the twelfth house, but only after the karma of self-imprisonment and bondage due to unconscious motivations has surfaced and been resolved. "



Few lines in a random website tells my life story. Quite interesting.

storytelling

the vision of tears
how to stretch my arm to
that childhood bracelet, mine
underneath the sea, see
I am looking for what is buried

Friday, February 24, 2017

micropoetry

sunset wind
apart yet one

storytelling

orbiting the white orchid
at different speed
crescent moon

deeper and higher
on the horizon venus

storytelling

thunder in spine
I sculpt the sea
of divine love

locating the north star
to find my dissolving

micropoetry

reading your palm
kiss by kiss

Thursday, February 23, 2017

storytelling

early morning ray
nudging my eyelashes
to be, god

whom I catch rhyming
what a wonderful world

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

storytelling

lingering on
this scent of deep and slow
cuddles

drifting down the hall of time
the sound of cherry blossom

haiku

making love in the moonlight
how illumined we are
home of sparkles

Sunday, January 8, 2017

micropoetry

home
leaning on a tree

haiku

a realm of light
floating in the blues
no cloud veils, poetry

storytelling

early morning dew
this full shiver, is it
of old memory or new hope
I slip out of time
to be the moment

haiku

sheer awe
this shared silence
between me and a million stars

haiku

he kisses
the Milky Way
her scar

micropoetry

weaving filaments of light
his breath on her skin
this is how poetry flutters

2 lines story

moonlight on water barely touching her lotus feet
when his witnessing leads to another dimension

micropoetry

the way she traces his vein on arm
growing so softly in bloodstream

micropoetry

airport goodbyes
hugging his absence

Sunday, January 1, 2017

micropoetry

embracing the unknown
he falls in her to soar
crystal cave portal to outer space
where the void speaks ecstasy

Happy New Year of Oneness


Monday, December 19, 2016

micropoetry

jasmine breeze
elongating my spine
the way you tie your breath
around my neck

micropoetry

in the wind
the drift we are

Storytelling

koi me a pond
bursting into secret garden
white fluttering between sun kisses
sweet birdsongs
skin to skin our nowhere





Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Breath & Rebirthing

To rebirth yourself anew, breathe circular and rhythmic. It does not matter whether slow or fast. What matters is the exhale being in harmony with the inhale. Meaning duration of exhale equal duration of inhale. Breathe for 45 min (my personal recommendation). Invite someone to hold the space for you. Being witnessed while you are rebirthing yourself has its magic as the healing expands to the one witnessing while the witnesser activates the one breathing even more: Win-win situation. Some peole of rebirthing community talk about contamination from the one breathing to the witnesser. I am not of their view: Whatever gets activated in the witnesser is a blessing in disguise. The only issue is not to overburden yourself as witnesser. I do not recommend witnessing more than one rebirthing per day as the witnesser much like who is breathing, has to integrate the experience before moving on.

When you are breathing circular and rhythmic your brain waves get to a similar status like hypnosis. Therefore, repeating affirmations while rebirthing is so powerful. It is about reprogramming your mind when its capacity to integrate the change, is optimized.

Sondra Ray who is a pioneer in rebirthing (she was the disciple of Leonard Orr, founder of rebirthing, then created her own way with 'liberation breathing' as she likes to name her style of breathing), uses an interview of 12 steps before rebirthing, like a review of life. It activates the observer within. I highly recommend her Iceland Quest and Bali Quest (workshops in breathing done in those extra special places of high vibration). Yet, kindly note, the one who rebirthes you is yourself.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Personal Update

I am now in Bali. I am enrolled in a breathing workshop. I will be updating my poetry stream in the second part of December. For now, I will share with you, my dear reader, certain notes about breath and spirituality.

Conscious breathing is your physical access to Oneness or Unity Consciousness or All that is.

Friday, October 21, 2016

senryu

naked tree
this urge to recall
a birdsong

storytelling

expecting wife to heal his inner child
the wounded one
he goes on having flings
the circle of emotional emptiness
his fake safety

haiku

autumn leaves
stepping on
the sound of yesterday

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

storytelling

in search of inner child
hiding somewhere there
in clear sky
so blue, crystal clear too
my tear

haiku

the tilt of her head
on his collarbone
violin notes

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

haiku

ink with grace
the way to dance
arabic calligraphy

storyteling

stardust fingertips
brushing her nudity at predawn
jasmine breeze
billows of the lover to inhale
ushering hundred birdsong

micropoetry

she does not walk
she floats
a cirrus cloud
of thousand dream
her colored luminosity
long before and after

haiku

her tears
japanese calligraphy
on full moon

Monday, October 17, 2016

one line poetry

when time is a space in her gaze

haiku

transparent wing
colored by spaces
a poet

haiku

shapeshifter halo
surrounds a flickering candle
first love what if

haiku

online signature
captured by clothespin
humming bird scarf

storytelling

the me in your we I can't touch
projection or alibi for the whole you

observation on overthinking

in an upside bowl
marathon of a cockroach

Catching up on poetry

~
dancing
she whirls a whole constellation of stars
around the male gaze
~
the rain punctuates her breathing
so much shared in silence
the swirl on her finger a ring
she starts to fathom
she is more than that
~
wings of butterfly
little home on the prairie
~
her sensuality a sacred prayer to celebrate aliveness
~
early autumn
he falls deeper into himself
a withered leaf with butterfly wings
evoking poetry in memories
gust of wind
~
winged blue
each breath a billowing curtain
in and out of a daydream
~
a hug
the wind bursts open her every cell
~
his twitter page
her tangy lemon grass tea
a honeycomb of haiku
wandering sips
between aftertaste & harmony
~
skilled house movers
in boxes a life to fit a van
in and out of time
~
closet upper shelf
deep in the back right corner
a deeper open wound in a box
~
cosmos flowers
the temple on
bearer pillow
~
the new shades of blue
listening to an old song
~
her hair lavender field
he gives her a hug then
steps out of her aura
a white butterfly
holding the sun on wing
~
she unbuttons her soul
poem by poem
he contemplates
~
Aleppo in rubble
totally possessed by shadows
a vacant stare from every direction
the cry for mass exorcism
~
which way of the tire swing
tugging a sky
now to then or vice versa
~
for the flower
kneel instead of bend
to rejuvenate
~
she smiles
birds mid flight widen the sky
~
he sways
deep in breath homeward
her scent
~
the sunflower he
turning to face her
bees like warm flowers
~
of an explorer
with multicolored awe
slicing the unknown
breathing it all in and out
his inner strength
~
a winged heart
tiling the horizon
the breath that connects
~
toasting each other belly button on belly button
~
a constellation in her palm
she smiles he whispers
~
white rose oil
is it from the stigmata
he rests in her cave
~
the way he drips in poetry
and he tastes every dew
carrier of consciousness
~
have you noticed
the way she gazes
at his mouth half open
tasting her poetry
brushing his lips
in words of light
~
drifting in and out of a daydream
scent of white rose
blue sky in ripples
~
sea child
toe walking teasing liquid stars
the blur of sky
~
mandala moon
to color
through sot gazing
~
sea of deep breathing
colored at dawn
a witnessing
~

Metaphysics note

healing occurs when the subconscious has risen to the conscious
this is the true symbology of 'Christ has risen': Salvation occurs

quote

forgiveness becomes obsolete when you let go of judging

Sunday, September 25, 2016

micropoetry

left in public places
amid freezing temperature
poems
there for anyone in need

storytelling

of the sacred cave and its lit candle
sanskrit mantra leaks the magic
in predawn silence
somewhere somehow
depth of oneness breath unravels eternity

storytelling

wave of eternity
carved cello
her hip
spilling sound of love
his palm

haiku

crocheting her love
through the rain
grandma, downward gaze

haiku

open wings
towards the blue
her eyelashes

storytelling

... and now, poetry
breathing in and out

autumn
a hole filled by
the intimate

storytelling

autumn
poetic pose of single tear
shed in contemplation
all the different colors
towards nude

storytelling

lit night river reveals
different cosmos in her gaze
his awe shooting star
from the edge of time
moon hoots in kisses

Monday, September 19, 2016

metaphysics

Love becomes winged heart only when enriched with Wisdom & Power.

(By power, I mean Willingness to Act)

haiku

her tear
a sailing boat crossing
the moonlight path

micropoetry

a pedestal cloud
for the driftwood
eye blue

haiku

a predawn
the unified nothingness
above everything

haiku

a deaf clap
in colors of early autumn
the silence

haiku

big black, plastic bag flag
farmer's minimalism
a scarecrow

haiku

here, there, not there
all those years
a butterfly

haiku

autumn, late evening
clinging to the pianist fingertips
trees that shed tears

note to self

full planet moon
where to stand to see its phases
somehow irrelevant

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Storytelling

am I a rose
or the play of your light
on its dews
deepening
the scent of love

Storytelling

am I a green blade
or its glistening dew

teasing

sliding to the edge
of a morning beam

Catching up on what I wrote (second week of September)

Catching up on what I wrote during the second week of September:
~
blooming on bare branch
couple of birds
like fall, I own a scented song
getting stronger
in the wind of memories
~
for her birthday
she plants rainbows
~
to shift, expanding circle into universe while contracting it back to dot ... balance is in holding the space for contradictions simultaneously, identifying with non ... eye of the observer, who knows
~

Friday, September 9, 2016

Storytelling

She closes her eyelids to taste light on her skin from within her soul. Then, the breeze rushes the surge of her delight. Her heart sways a beat by the river of life. He picks it up on the other side: A beaming star.

Monday, September 5, 2016

Storytelling

I was eighteen
my father died
I lost track of his scent
yet my memories with him
own this jasmine breeze
how can a blurred mind
evoke so much emotions
always the full moon
when I look for his face
to kiss him goodnight

haiku

sunlit stars
through my fingertips
the sound of I am

Storytelling (Delphi)

room 11 by the river
balcony glass door slides
for my lullaby
the moonwalker that I am
on earth

3 lines

between north star and my heartbeats
waves of poetry expanding
immortalized by midnight silence

Catching up (early September)

Catching up on what I wrote early September:
~
jasmine tea
holding the space
for you
lighter and deeper
the unfathomable scented mist
~
holding on to the birdhouse
and the swing
tree opens her wings
~
soaring to 7th sky
with predawn breeze
shared sips
~

Catching up (August)

Catching up on what I wrote in August:
~
earth sings in flowers
~
in the excitement of total surrender
raindrops explode to merge as seers
in you I feel sea whirling in one bead
how love unveils and foresees
~
the stories we are
the stories we go beyond
to be whom we really are
~
emerald meadow
laying on tummy
for sky to be my spine
line of ants carries our breath
to the wild flower for shivers
~
homeward sway
from star to star
midnight breeze
on white linen naked
the depth of longing
an infinite sky
I am here with you as you
~
pregnant with the sky
one dew drop
leads me to bow
~
incantation of predawn
this intimacy with god
billowing breeze
~
to sleep
august river still flows
subliminal message
through her skin
the breeze
~
from flower to flower
morning butterfly to expand
colors of light in me
~
first flutter
brushing his upper lip
an earthquake
~
leading the sky
closer to heart
wings of dragonfly
~
resting gently on his cheek
her palm reads
his long journey to love
~
his caresses
the shape of breeze
on water
~
carrying the sky
to another dimension of now
flock of birds
~
caressing the soul in light waves
this sunset breeze of all is well
I turn to the unified nothingness
a deeper breath then
I create to play
~
petal by petal
back to wholeness healing
retrieving soul fragments
~
fragment of her soul
there, on his rocking chair
where father shot himself
~
to release a story
without stumbling on words
sharing tears in silence
~
unfurling her hair
sunward
the way of wind
he sips morning dews
off swollen petals
the rose fragrance
to flutter mid soul
~
the way lovers palms
play wind mid breeze
~
sculpturing wind
her feelings
~
the sound of moon
strengthening the forest and its will
owl in sitting asana
~
amber leaf
falling deeper
to stir forest
of echoes
~


Catching up (July)

Catching up on what I wrote in July:
~
zen garden
a koi jumps into
the sound of silence
~
just after rain
how vivid colors are
garden swings its mood
~
broken left hand
what unfolding pushes her to opt for
the non receiving mode
~
360 degree view mountain top
so far from myself
to hear Self
~
twig to twig
birds sing early morning light
house of beauty
~
in the depth of predawn silence
the clear voice of her heart
humming in love with all that is
she takes a deeper breath
to be the secret mantra
~
full moon rising
to howl all bits of longing
the wolf in me
~
in her cupped hand
a home full of jasmine breeze
grandma
where the child in me
hides treasures, dreams & kisses
~
green grass blade
at the far tip of its curving
a dew lingers
heavy with birdsongs
shape of early morning breeze
~
your hand in mine
sea of blossoming
~
chill from open window
the full moon inhales my exhale
depth of longing
~
barefoot kite runner
how simple joy is
~
a constellation of you
dandelion seed
I am here
~
to trail comets
I liberate a whole constellation
for the manifestation of you
~
no man's land crossed
a hiker finds himself
~
morning light
caressing my face
the thought of you
~
to blossom
I lift you to my lips
in shivers of dews
~
picking cherries
mouth to mouth
~
risqué scent in mystic hue
showering lover's buzz
lavender field, me
~
breeze on pond
rippling my smile
absence and essence, yours
~
eye in desert under night sky
multi universes conversing
emptiness underlined in stars
switching places to notice
wholeness in my emptiness
~
exploding in stars
the way of cold raindrops
to merge with geothermal water
the witnesser in me
soaking in christ consciousness

(story inspired by my experience in the Blue Lagoon, Iceland, which has actually a teal color)
~
flowers
visible wings of
angelic breeze
~

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Storytelling



the way her silk gown flutters
slow and deep breathing
bee in and out of its hive
he ventures to seed then nuture
oneness flight through her portal
ebb and flow of delight
giving more in being open to receive
his name her mantra
that moans in open wings
flirting with inner sky
the way her silk gown flutters
to create butterflies




Friday, August 5, 2016

Note

I have been traveling. I will be updating my blog as soon as possible. Love you reader. Thank you for  holding the space for my writing.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

storytelling

the way the tilt of your face
lingers next to my lower lip
left leg embracing my right hip
just to breathe in
morning light

storytelling

shadows accentuate light
to erase labeling plus reacting
brush strokes enriching depths
she is the extreme too
full presence through void

haiku

red line service
between the creator and me
sunset

micropoetry

to slip out of time into the bliss of eternity
first kiss and a whisper

haiku

black ink on cosmic blue
how crow punctuates moon gazing
the necessity of void to know

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

micropoetry

she tastes the light rain to feel its rhythm
and know how she is made of light, rain and rhythm

storytelling

with her fire breath
she clears his energy field
back to its birthing by pure source
not angel nor saint
lover in surrender

storytelling

his steady gaze
into her cleavage
diving dolphin

bursting out to breathe in
sunset lips and slight parting

storytelling

half moon
playing peekaboo
how canny of him to use

tall buildings and his dark side
while I am driving

micropoetry

his dream sways
the length of her hair

micropoetry

the way to haunt him
jasmine breeze

storytelling

the way you break me open
for my scent to spread its wing
not realizing I am to be your breeze

haiku

this cool summer night
floating on the whisper of waves
I am nothing

haiku

for her to breathe
holding the space
sunset breeze

storytelling

in her suitcase
few drawings of jasmine breeze
she leaves
dew on pavement
boarding the unknown in luxury

storytelling

of white roses her every cell vibrates
and he rushes to a how to solve her mystery
in a tender gaze she commands him just enjoy what is

haiku

terrorist attack
sirens amplify the silence
deepening night

haiku

wild flowers
amid her hair
his fingertips

haiku

midnight drifting snow
each particle a moon
the wind trails

haiku

falling upward
the rains confess
where my homeward gravity

storytelling

the way a birdsong falls to ear
her good morning kiss
side view smile on dreaming face

deep breath
sight of flutters on swirling light beam

storytelling

to hum
curling inward
for her inner child
healed by reparenting herself
soft linen and fragrance of love

micropoetry

she unknots her wrist watch to be in the moment

haiku

the unfurling of silk scarf
sunward she daydreams
his breath on skin

Friday, July 8, 2016

3 lines reflection

at the moment of goodbye
everything expands and leaks
even the choke

3 lines

two butterflies climbing the 7th ray
white star flutter on the path of blues
all heart in blossom

Thursday, July 7, 2016

storytelling

sea deconstructing itself
into me see
rain droplet by rain droplet
for the moonlit path to surf
huge waves in my nudity

storytelling

knitting shawls grandma exercises her voice
downward gazes and dripping grace
loose ring amid thread of sacrifice

storytelling

the whispering on his collarbone
of predawn breeze
jasmine groove
his head tilts
still dreaming

storytelling

undoing her braids
she is
to unknot his spine

the easy sway of curls under skin
for fire dragon's roar

storytelling

in the golden pot
edge of rainbow
a how to anchor
more spirit into body
for activated presence

micropoetry

untangling light into its seven rays
for the anchor of gold

haiku

that fleeting cloud
face of setting sun with
mini moustache

5 lines

her kiss oscillates
from predawn jasmine breeze
the lingering on shivers of dew
to autumn day wind
the bursting with leaves skyward

haiku

predawn breeze
billowing of transluscent curtains
in the gap an eye, same I

haiku

free nothingness
I am
of predawn

haiku

open wings
a how to assemble
clearest sky

haiku

of dad's footsteps
the sound across memories
solemn silence

haiku

of an open house
the secret garden

coloring edge of rainbow

storytelling

flock of birds
ushering
sunset
I wonder about the song
that rhymes with his facial expressions

micropoetry

dressing his window with birdsongs

storytelling

paragliding
we leap into the unknown
to feel there is a world beyond fear
calling us by name and smiling

Sunday, July 3, 2016

haiku

sweetness to savor
in sunlit silences
hand in hand

haiku

sound of wind in silence
through ancient cluster of trees
each fresh moment

haiku

to leap in the sound of wind
unfurling naked
the peak flows in river

Note

To allow yourself to live in the moment, stop judging life. Accept it as it is, then, follow your bliss in every step you take. There is always a bliss for the eyes tuned to it. By following your bliss, whatever it may be at a given moment, you empower your energy to flow with ease and grace.

haiku

flower of life
in a bowl floating
jasmine


micropoetry

once upon a gaze
home
in the lighter shade of blue

haiku

cherry tree
the flowering of
kisses in the breeze

haiku

moonlit waves
each sway gifts
new momentum to love

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

arabic / english poem

دراويش مولوية
في قلب الوردة البيضاء
اما عِطرُها مِن مفاتيحهم الكونية



whirling dervishes
at the heart of white rose
her fragrance one of their cosmic keys













(photo by Peter James)

Note

Combining Love to Wisdom one gets Grace.

Hence, no grace without love even if there is wisdom.
Likewise, no grace without wisdom even if there is love.












(photo by Peter James)

micropoetry

next to the exploding news
a pinned lighthouse of I

the witnesser free of judgement

5 lines

her touch a mantra
seated in each cell of his
a thousand chanting monks
in silence to vibrate
the rising thunder between tremors

haiku

open wings
erasing outer sky
inner breath

micropoetry

in a flutter
sound of now

5 lines

on same window
in different dimensions
they unfurl in poems as if kisses
blooming in each other wound
to heal that with liquid gold

arabic poetry

نسيمٌ  قبيلَ الفجر

يتسلقُ عُمراً

الى ثغرها المتورّد

في عُمْقِ تنهيدة

ليرتحل مع خُصلات شَعْرِها

نحو شمسٍ مِن الحنين

تُهدى مرةً اخرى اليها

في تَرَقرُقِ قطرة ندى

ما بين الضفتين

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

haiku

white butterfly
the way she drifts to hidden
lavender field

storytelling

she stands barefoot
in her translucent nightgown
facing jasmine breeze
to be fuller moon
under his gaze

micropoerty

a new lease on life
watching her favorite film
over and over again
to ease the unknown

storytelling

she cloaks herself in pre dawn
to go exploring void
telepathic sound the enhanced
empowers her to breathe in
white roses peak frequencies

haiku

length of an alley
the smell of home cooking
homeless man babysits his shadow

Monday, June 27, 2016

haiku

ping-pong in slow motion
the night sky for year-round
window framing

haiku

sweet cinnamon stick
into bitter coffee
mom's mark

micropoetry

pollen on bumblebee legs
he leaves her

haiku

into each other hearts
the way we leak
an alphabet of fire

haiku

lavender field
he sniffs the breeze
of her homeward journey

love


micropoetry

thriving in shivers
a dew of early morning light

haiku

an alchemist needed
for initials post divorce
tattoo artist

micropoetry

she deals with books
as if room with view

micropoetry

divorce
with ring of light
thumb fiddles
the felt absence

haiku

double bed right side
years after divorce
a curve-tomb deepens

haiku

quite a portal
in the whirl of a rose
light at fingertips

haiku

her gaze drifts
over a forget-me-not
in bloom, sun

micropoetry

every muscle I never heard from, shout
post training

haiku

grandma
ring too loose
a how to resize life

haiku

sharing sweet silence
hand in hand
moonlight sways

Thursday, June 23, 2016

micropoetry

kissing to seal their goodbye
then the wind
always the wind ebbs and flows

haiku

caresses and his sighs
sunset flock of birds
crossing vein

micropoetry

goodbye
she leaps into her fragrance
and him, into her void

micropoetry

light from void
in the sound of a seashell

storytelling

her curve, a lullaby
that cradles the entirety of sea
shell

listen to
soul poems

haiku

pre-dawn full moon
on the curl of an eyelash
finding hidden joy

haiku

her sun
girl turns face towards
first love

micropoetry

deep down my vein
ancestors library
which book am I to open

haiku

finding out center of gravity
rose in bloom
compassion that whirls

micropoetry

combing my hair all the fireflies

Friday, June 17, 2016

haiku

gold coin drops
from the seagull beak
sunset gazing

haiku

honey ripples
the breeze at dusk allures me to
108 bows for all that is

storytelling

midnight nude swimming
her voice in small pocket
left on shore

for rosewater to cradle moonbeams
all this innocence

haiku

deeper into summer
tonight jasmine breeze
she leans forward

haiku

peekaboo giggles
landing on moon through clouds
permanence

storytelling

wild flower that closes up at night
surrounded by darkness, she turns to her inner sun
he awaits her morning to be dew on open lips

Note

How much do we experience what is, through outside circumstances and feedback?! Trusting our stories of sunset endings and sunrise beginnings, falling into hectic loops of emotional and mental rides.
What if, we make a leap to be the Sun. Feeling our inner strength while being conscious about our solar flares impact on others. Knowing Self as eternal source of light irrespective whatever.

haiku

a day off
to witness rain
fully present

Monday, June 13, 2016

Note on Garden of Forgiveness

Ending 3 days “Healing Wounds of History” workshop, June 12, 2016, all attendees with gracious hosts went to visit Garden of Forgiveness, a gem project based on Alexandra Asseily vision, situated between 3 mosques, 3 cathedrals and 3 thousands years of archeology at the heart of Down Town, Beirut. 

At the end of our visit, which was quite emotional for me, feeling the outer space in every cell of my body, Alexandra Asseily asked me as psychic what do I foresee for the Garden. I replied “Instead of being a center that links (her initial vision), it became an island (bit isolated and unaccessible yet preserved from above). People have to build bridges to access it.”

Visionaries like Alexandra do manifest gold for all to benefit from but it is for group consciousness to reach out for it and its blessings.


That evening when I reached home, an explosion went off near by. 


I asked myself what kind of bridges each one of us has to build to access his or her Garden of Forgiveness, breaking the cycle of violence. The Garden is always there, within, preserved from above. Yet we have to allow ourselves to access it. I found myself answering: “Through raising awareness, Garden of Forgiveness is accessible, wherever it is.”

Love breeds even more gorgeous love.
Hate breeds even more ferocious hate.
It is not Revolution that we seek but rather Evolution.


May we raise our awareness to be blessed accessing our Garden of Forgiveness.
May we claim back our wise hearts to thrive in peace and harmony.
Much love and appreciation to Alexandra Asseily.


(written June 12th)

Note on HWH

Quite an interesting first day out of three, attending Healing Wounds of History. It is based on experiential learning. So the 'game' was to channel 3 persons / energies then my higher self on a personal issue.
My question / issue: "Where is home?" (which country to live in)
My grandmother Asma answered: "Your home is not made of stones. Your home is your inner strength. Tap into it to feel home anywhere and everywhere. Your inner strength anchors a lot of wisdom, child. I gift you my white shawl, put it over your head whenever you are tired to feel my presence next to you."

Jesus answered: "The light is you. You radiate light. Light is your home. Feel that connection. It does not matter on which road you walk. Vibrate your light everywhere. No one can deprive you from your light. Light upon light."
Home planet Sion collective consciousness: "You carry us within you. We are your home planet. Always connect to us through the violet flame. Remember to activate this connection. You went to Earth for a mission. You are executing it, just relax while doing it. Relaxing into your mission empowers you to execute it even better. You are always welcomed among us. We feel you. We thank you for allowing us to work through you. Know, while you are in physical body on Earth, your spirit walks on Sion. We ask you to anchor more of your spirit within your body so you can feel more of Sion through your body, thus feel more of home."
Then,
Higher Self answered: "Do not buy into the illusion of rejection. Choose consciously to drop rejection. It feels home wherever self love is. It is your answer. Through self love you welcome yourself into this world to accomplish your mission."
Tonight, loving myself even more, and feeling at home. Loving all that is. Feeling loved too, abundantly.



(written June 10th)

haiku

lifted
the weight of clouds
by open wings

haiku

except sound of stillness
in the owl's hoot
nothing to read

haiku

sound of void
floating in undulating sea
full moon, I exhale

haiku

skyward the blazing swirl
carving in me
sweetness of salt
dolphin

haiku

homeward leaps
exploding in stars midday
dolphin, liquid joy

haiku

empty beach this evening
I and the breeze
leaning on the void
to bloom

Note

Arms are wings of the heart. Treat them well.

haiku

the sound of universe
in lotus position
tingling mid palm

haiku

under the weight
the way a home crumbles
of memories

haiku

crescent moon
how gorgeous they are
the beginnings

Thursday, June 9, 2016

haiku

wide open wings of heart
he unfolds me
into his arms

Reflection

Oneness is clearly seen in the void. Not in light realm.

micropoetry

in need of mask
he opts for cigars

one line

grace drips from ever-flowing creativity

haiku

to cradle sunset
timelessness
of the ever-open wing

storytelling

warm heart of empty bench
basking in the seven rays
'in the memory of ... ' plaque

I catch the peekaboo breeze
between heartbeats

haiku

pre-dawn coffee
garden view, she sips
all that is

micropoetry

sunset chat reaching out to zoom inward

micropoetry

sunrise chat to be continued

storytelling

Pears. Pears. She keeps waiting anxiously to gift others pears. Unbeknown to her, she is Cedar.

Quote

Once you stop judging, forgiveness is no more an option: You are beyond it.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Saturday, June 4, 2016

haiku

fading
into a landscape of silence
strokes of sky

haiku

in mother's womb
baby changes position
earth axis shift ~

micropoetry

wearing her soul inside out
she writes poetry

haiku

a flair for cloudy sky
coffee break
sips of solitude together

storytelling

into the distance
he follows her gazes
to decipher her silence
for even silence
is open to interpretation

storytelling

he tells her I love you
she replies in goosebumps
evening breeze

micropoetry

cello in arms
he knows her inner sound

haiku

flowing river
my shadow afloat
how light!

haiku

silence
between rain droplets
just enough
space to breathe

~

space to breathe
just enough
between rain droplets
silence

reflection

Transparent silence is kind of let go in manner of so what. Being the beyond through defenselessness. Anchoring spirit into physical body irrespective whatever, thus, empowering soul to access a different wifi.

haiku

barely sunrise
rush hour
of birdsongs

Friday, June 3, 2016

haiku

tiny paper boat
boy's dream
still afloat

storytelling

thousand of buds
on naked branches
rain droplets
I reach for
the horizon in me

storytelling

he inbreathes her
in tenderness till exquisite silence
she feels her body rose water
in cupped hands of the moment

micropoetry

360 degree of abundance
looking inward

haiku

the joy in directionless
I am
abundance of simply be

haiku

rising to her lips
on silk kimono
phoenix

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Note

Play with me and consider the possibility that your problems are just your chosen way to entertain yourself in order to distract your attention away from the naked truth. Assume all your problems are solved by a magic wand, what remains and is so obvious, is your naked truth. Address that. Not your problems.

Remind yourself a leafless tree wears a cluster of clouds.

haiku

old song playing
her and a teenager she once was
on the same wavelength

storytelling

deep gazes
into green blue sea
orange dot inner child
still there on other side
kite runner so bright
same salty wind
salty rivulet on cheek

storytelling

spring wind long hair
rooting her skyward
flock of birds blues
a gazer hums her a memory
of wings, her inner smile widens

haiku

thousand and one dews
from neuron to neuron
pre-dawn breeze

haiku

into lighter night
towards nothing
breeze

haiku

silent mantra
at pre-dawn
breeze homeward

haiku

whirling dry leaves
to voice inner wind through poetry
sleepless nights green

haiku

poetry of silence
pre-dawn breeze
daydream, shared

haiku

day under dew dome
gliding to the tip of grass blade
the sky shivers

storytelling

bleeding wounds
by poetic posts
to uncreate scars
transmuting physics through ether
all the inspiration

Sunday, May 29, 2016

storytelling

inside a public bathroom
I love you note
plus single daisy

rainbow gift
of a grey day

Note

Don't trust your self criticism. Opt for observing self instead of judging self. Observing is the way to heighten your awareness on the path of self refinement. All self punishment that is in tandem of self criticism, is counter effective. Moreover, self criticism, by itself, freezes thus limits your understanding of what is.

Everything-everyone, including you, is a free flow. By observing you allow your understanding to change, empowering yourself to be all inclusive.

haiku

I am that
before, during and after
of authenticity

haiku

an empty cage
full of jasmine breeze
her touches on balcony

haiku

breeze on belly button
thunderstruck by
blackhole the feel

reflective poetry

joy of now in daring
to inbreathe coal sky
for inner terrain, the feel
going beyond and below
to center in harmony
stamina to create
blossoming ever more
upon 'who and what'
of the witnessing experience
lose linear time
for both to merge into simply be
with ease and grace, the flow
expanding and contracting
as its rhythm improvises
aliveness in life

micropoetry

jasmine breeze
her signature frequency

Friday, May 27, 2016

haiku

sencha ceremony
one healing for two
sweet ribbon of the shared shade

haiku

humming midbrain
expansiveness of the universe
from neuron to neuron

storytelling

shiva shakti
pingala ida
few knows the difference
fewer the harmony
to entice kundalini
to rise and rise
for the blossoming
... cosmic

haiku

predawn
to answer call for prayer
living stillness

micropoetry

deep inhale before kissing then the halt
in remembrance of original breath
music notes mid void

haiku

ikebana soul in poetry
she unfolds into lines
of minimalism

micropoetry

the way a spring river sings
to flowers
on both sides
unfolding itself
deeper and lighter
into its songs

micropoetry

midnight swim in grace
the shedding of identity
no more -d nor -r to be love
bold stem waves
oneness mantra

storytelling

of lavender
standing ovation
in the breeze
I inhale deep
the blue sky eyes closed

storytelling

in the rain
of unconditional compassion
the sweet taste

wiping off her tears
with more motherly tears

haiku

midnight breeze
full of itself
into the void, I am

haiku

of inner light
night breeze monologue
for five pointed star

haiku

helices of mountain colors
from curved clothesline
sunward om I feel

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

storytelling

grieving father prostate cancer
loss of son
loss of sperms

louder echoe
a call to heal the seed mantra

haiku

pre-dawn
breeze, the breeze
nothing, in the breeze

haiku

frameless
heart talks
minimalism

haiku

empty wind
on seashore bench
salty prayer

haiku

the way to summon sky
on rose's petal
dew

haiku

prostate cancer
post sudden death of son
his deep loss reverberating

haiku

back pain
silent cry
for fatherly support

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

haiku

in my mother language
on foreign land
the burst of birdsongs

poem

the way some are
unseen but deeply felt
spreading cosmic love in whispers
walking the unbeaten path
light in hand
soaring at sleepless nights to home planets
drunken with longing
restarting the dwelling with morning birdsongs
tired but excited
leaving breadcrumbs of creativity behind
for somebody to notice in the breeze
warmth of breath with tinge of musk
breaking the silence with depth of gazes
unveiling cryptic souls in total simplicity
there and not there
here and everywhere
unseen but deeply felt
the way some are



have you read about their life lines
are you reading their life lines
have you noticed the breeze



the way some are

Monday, May 23, 2016

haiku

portraiture
unveiling of the soul through silence
black and white photography

storytelling

a pair of commas
I use to savor light
green pause
from leaf tip to leaf tip
life dares

Quote of mine

When you relax enough to notice your breath, you invite all life to flow as you.

storytelling

river view
to notice the different taste
of morning coffee

flowing deeper and lighter into me into life

storytelling

wind or breeze
along the promenade
the touch of love
my skin breathes seas
in celebration

haiku

sunset gazing
summoning all the darkness
to dare to look inward

Sunday, May 22, 2016

haiku

almost within reach
wild flowers in bloom
him, scent of home

haiku

nothing to be
the sound of a whirl
mid palm

Saturday, May 21, 2016

haiku

Jazz on a Saturday
ether way to improvise
smile within tear

haiku

to be dawn
in the ripples of sound
temple bell

micropoetry

and my brain explodes
into a dandelion seed of light
everywhere, in every direction
meditating

micropoetry

soft gaze
to clarify essence
through the blur

micropoetry

in the fawn's gaze
the length of a gap
between breaths

haiku

no cubic moon seeking
to my pre-dawn coffee
only this lotus breath
a divine revelation

Thursday, May 19, 2016

haiku

in bloom
the different songs
of an orchard

haiku

in service
to anchor open sky
wesak moon

storytelling

chiseled by light and shadow
mid temple
ancient silk of cobblestone

nothing to stir the cat
out of its yawn

haiku

chiseled by light and shadow
mid temple
ancient silk of cobblestone

micropoetry

unfathomable poetry in shared wondering
101 life

storytelling

sipping light
in the shade of coffeeshop
her fingertip draws a thin line
on it her gaze balances its depth
he wanders why

storytelling

gazing in the mirror
the layers she peels
to meet her smile
purple girl with kite
beyond meadow and sky

micropoetry

the way wind moves in her to meet his lips

haiku

lemon zest
squeezing her essence
in tears

storytelling

of her
in his dream
pot of gold then the rainbow

he awakens smiling

micropoetry

The certainty of I am irrespective, open sky.

haiku

in freefall
360 degree whirls of single petal
daring to connect



(note: wisdom of the heart is in daring to be vulnerable, daring to let go - of religions / persons / perspectives - so to connect with all that is ... heart merging with source)

haiku

leaping
into the breeze
white roses

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

haiku

on wooden plank
pot of flowers
genealogy records

haiku

perched atop mount Kailash
the way to far deeper knowing
sound of silence

haiku

bursted dandelion
over my quivers
the milky way

micropoetry

who is listening
deep in the night
the sound of silence

I am here
unknotting my spine

micropoetry

to evoke the navel of earth in flutters
amid deep breathing
almost dawn the shimmering of dew

haiku

the silent flight
white owl
guardian of longing

haiku

coffee pre-dawn
a quadruple aroma
in silent longing

Monday, May 16, 2016

poem

the way we are
under starlit sky
gazing at each other
clarity of breath in merging
we expand contracting
sound of universe as one heartbeat

poem

to break a circle
she completes the sphere
of longing

who knows, whirls
to become the longing
unifying the longed for and who is longing

micropoetry

in lover's palm
secret whisper
of thousand waves
whirling sun

micropoetry

higher mind and deeper heart
peeling me wide open

senryu

at the funeral
light squeak of new shoes
lounder silence

5 lines

distant om
to awaken the void
setting sun

vibrating colors midbrain
inward breeze

haiku

in the fading om
last hum of colors
setting sun

Sunday, May 15, 2016

haiku

light blue ribbon
the little girl creates twirling
suns, winds and butterflies

Saturday, May 14, 2016

haiku

lost in silent om
bee
bright star walker

Friday, May 13, 2016

Note

The unfolding miracle of breath is knowing all as One.

Note

Love yourself without the need to define it. All attempts for a definition lead to self imposed limitation.

haiku

orchid-like stillness
in the back of throat
his morning kiss blooms

haiku

lucidity in cello dream
fingertips unleash
beauty of longing