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 voices

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

haiku

on a rose petal
how the dew shimmers
scent of your noticing

micropoetry

... then she realized, writing haiku does not make her chat-prone.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Note on Nuances

Claim your responsibility and not your guilt. Guilt is garbage material since it paves the way for self punishment, totally unnecessary for the soul's expansion. On the other hand, claiming responsibility empowers you to be the conscious author of your life, intending and executing change of course whenever it is beneficial.

Being aware of nuances leads to self refinement.

micropoetry

famine
flies have plenty

haiku

bee
the sound of its inner smile
under my skin

micropoetry

in the bee's om
I feel an itch

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

haiku

at sunset
the delicate breeze
erasing perspectives

haiku

national anthem and civil war
the feel of blood
draining homeland soil

storytelling

a refugee lost gazes

drown in an aroma of home
six feet under with his mom

mumbling her lullaby
in a foreign voice

Photography


micropoetry

home as love
ladybug hugs inner sun
simply be
regardless he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not















(photo from surfing internet; credit to its taker)

haiku

home
breeze in full bloom
rose reclaims her wings

Note on Healing

Healing yourself from family trauma(s) / family curse(s), means altering your own DNA affecting your family lineage consciousness irrespective linear time. Are you able to imagine how powerful you are!

Healing is activating the Divine within.

micropoetry

pre-dawn
the black void of inner space

haiku

jasmine breeze after midnight
the silken blur in
threading full moons

haiku

dry leaves
he speaks in silent gazes
riding wind to homeland

haiku

multicolored fireworks
still a non stop ticket to
hide and seek during war

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

haiku

life after death season
her allergic cough
on different lips

poem

of winged longing
heart ablaze the lightest brushes
arabic calligraphy
what voices sacred geometry

3 lines

lost to be found
then found by being lost

open sky fading wings

poem

from the cave inside ribs
cosmic heart blooms
Rumi quotes
light-years crossed
in one roselike breath breathing all
to whirl on stillness

haiku

through trinity
the fullness of oneness
haiku sounds

haiku

replaying her morning face
eyes closed
for the feel of birdsongs

haiku

turkish ney
whirling the verb
of longing

haiku

mustache of  'effendi'
stamping the full moon
crow mid flight

Monday, May 9, 2016

micropoetry

misspelt silence
wind

poem

sunlight on bench
2 cypress
3 azalea
1 gardenia in bloom
facing her empty tomb
bluest sky
among singing birds
mom

haiku

ancient abbey
nature corrects
where minds err



haiku

cinnamon's curl
to bitter coffee
bedtime story

micropoetry

writing a river
dragonfly

storytelling (isolation as home)

isolation
eye opening home
mountain top boarding school

to decipher
subconscious lexicon




(Explanation: I opened my eyes in a mountain top boarding school, extremely isolated. I searched all my life for home yet never realizing I was 'home' until I deciphered that the subconscious of the three years old girl defined home as isolation. In the hope of breaking this life long pattern.)

storytelling

to kiss him
with coquetry of breeze
wild as storming sky
she exhibits all seasons
in one mood of love
uniquely hers

haiku

climbing azalea
cypress in bloom
east side of love

storytelling (riddle)

108 earth planets on string of breaths
mantra ushering dawn at 1008
where infinity contracts back to one

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Note

All perspectives are equally valid since parallel universes are limitless.

The question is which one are you going to opt for.

 Hint: Choose a universe (hence a perspective) that contributes to your self empowerment.

Friday, May 6, 2016

micropoetry (photo)

orbs in front of the teal door
wind chime silent om reverberating






micropoetry

white tufts of dandelion mid flight
her smile

haiku

touching the sky
with handmade emptiness
whirl of wind in haiku

micropoetry

fingertips on prayer beads
shifting parallel universes

micropoetry

full moon gliding
length of her eyelash

micropoetry

adjusting a hair pin
she tilts his horizon

storytelling

combing her hair
gust of longing
for his fingertips

butterfly hair pin
fading colors

micropoetry

breeze in her hair
his fingertips

Thursday, May 5, 2016

micropoetry

politics where bitterness is more lethal than corruption

storytelling

with her elephant gaze
steering a kite
homeward

to die on friendly dirt
alone and not lonely

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Note

You break free from self judgement when you stop judging the experiences that shape you. Only then, you realize you are beyond shapes. And the sound of you lies within your divine essence.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

micropoetry

for nothingness to have a monologue
he meditates

haiku (syrian refugees)

the weight of pain
on an empty chair
back home

haiku

of rain droplet
the exploding
to taste light

haiku

rain falling
in each droplet a memory
I let it go

haiku

in her bloodstream
distant hum of om
each cell a universe

Affirmation

I grace my aura with Pure Source energy

haiku

shade of drifting cloud
walking the empty road
home at last

Quote of mine

Enlightenment is when you tune to shade in shadow.

micropoetry

how to birth a trilogy
drifting snow

storytelling

touching his scented breath
that lingers on jacket
of the departed

how stories never really end
transmutation on fingertips

storytelling

spring garden sounds swing in me
between breeze and breath
heart a sunward lullaby
to open the space of eternity
for healing

micropoetry

what if in every cloud
a floating lotus to be identified

micropoetry

between bumblebee and butterfly
a field of blossoming stretches itself

Sunday, May 1, 2016

haiku

of light
falling fruit
his morning kiss

haiku (reflection)

blur of one full moment
lies in fluidity
transcending all to be all

micropoetry

I ask rain to fall upward
may their heaven listen

haiku

in full bloom
I am
sun

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

quote of mine

To transcend karma, claim back your authenticity by clearing misbeliefs on conscious, subconscious and soul levels.
This type of clearing empowers you to anchor more of your own divine spirit within your physical body.

haiku

carrying wind on back
closer horizon
in the grip of setting sun

haiku

humming bird garden
on her silk blouse
the timing of morning breeze

micropoetry

she colors outside lines since childhood

storytelling

to lift life
to her lips
a crystal glass of wonder
paper thin
the whirl for merging

storytelling

of my grandfather portrait
covering three quarter of wall
the gaze that never saw me growing up

micropoetry

somewhere along her first name
his seed mantra

storytelling

when

        her body

                     seeps down to

                                  the depth of his soul

                                                to birth nothingness




             they replay Pure Source



Tuesday, April 26, 2016

haiku

hand in pocket
his mom's kisses
now with age spots

storytelling

of her skinny-dip ending
she starts dripping
the glittering path
of the rising moon

Monday, April 25, 2016

haiku

following her gaze
dandelion seeds
homeward

Sunday, April 24, 2016

haiku


baby sleeping
in my arms
the sound of dreams

haiku

through wired fence

the touch of birdsongs





















(photo from surfing internet; all credit to its creator)

micropoetry

fire in her gaze
the sun sets to rise from within

haiku

she still cups wet sand
to smell her childhood
walk on the beach

storytelling

lost in translation case
she is vegan
and he speaks to her
in terms of hunting and fishing

storytelling

flowers wither
to belong to no one
after their scent spreads
wings in everyone
close enough

micropoetry

tree in full bloom
tosses the shade
onto her breath
calmer home

haiku

sunset breeze
to touch her soul
golden goosebumps

haiku

of long gone lover
the sound of wind
chasing wind

haiku

orange blossom water
few drops in full glass
organic taste of memories

Saturday, April 23, 2016

haiku

dawn ...
to break the night
with a tinge of light

senryu

bird    
           hair    
                       pin


flying
post a blow to her skull

micropoetry

smoldering oud over hot coal
sweetness of intimacy
all that clings to their wesak full moon

Arabic Poetry

مِن أعْماقِها أبيضُ الياسمين

وفي دَمِّه عِطْرُ الوُلوج بَاقٍ

وبينهما الليلُ تائِهٌ  مِن فَيْض الحنين