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

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Quote of mine

Unconditional love never judges nor divides; it rather clears distortion.

Quote of mine (self refinement)

Why "be loyal" if you can do better by choosing to be authentic

haiku

piano in bloom
under his fingertips breeze
she bends

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Sacred Prayer

I bless all including myself with Pure Source energy.

storytelling

leaf by fluttering leaf
wind improvises a puppet show
for her inner child recovery
closed shutter midday

haiku

to cross my thoughts
the full moon
hastens

micropoetry

candle bowl on window sill
floating moons

Monday, April 18, 2016

senryu

a question of family photos
boarding school child
pressing flowers

haiku

rewinding a shooting star
to nail up summer sky
sound of crickets

haiku

whirling thirst
ventures into her bloodstream
his fingertips lightest touch

Healers Note

sadness = distorted tenderness
aggression = distorted passion

all the difference lies in clearing distortion

micropoetry

spaces lost and found in the sound of wind
haunt me, am I a fallen leaf
there, not there, everywhere deeper

haiku

falling leaves brush
the sound of mountain river
leaves falling deeper

senryu

bullet proof material
stabbed with a birdsong no more
life of war zone reporter

senryu

war zone hospital targeted
midday
a butterfly untangles its shadow

senryu

persisting itch
of the hand with
no shadow

senryu

nobody stops
the battlefield blowing
in the breeze

Saturday, April 16, 2016

storytelling

falling in love
he moves into void
to be thus create
she fathoms the wind
whirling within cells

micropoetry

on lovers' bench
a dry leaf waiting for the gust of wind
homeward

~

homeward
a dry leaf waiting for the gust of wind
on lovers' bench

haiku

spinning the full moon
homeward spider web
still wet and light

micropoetry

jasmine breeze after midnight
a portal opens to what was
as if linear time is a mere lullaby
and I am the awakened one
here and now

micropoetry

the length of a thought into the wind

micropoetry

the thrill to catch the full moon
spider web

micropoetry

she gathers wind to weave breeze
combing her hair

haiku

barely open eyelids
a b i r d s o n g falls into her
sweet taste of light

storytelling

of her tender gaze
multicolored sun rays
he weaves back
one by one into his day
the fool rose he is

storytelling

she reads the sky as if coffee cup
the many faces of clouds
everything is a permission slip

Quote of mine

To receive a revelation, stop asking and start allowing through stillness.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Quote of mine

Creativity is my fountain of youth.

micropoetry

wild flowers path near her tomb
I look for exit

haiku

sunward wings
midday
lifting the veil

haiku

homeward wings
at dusk
call for prayer

haiku

of choices
the clinging rain
on spider web

haiku

the whole world
in fetal position

flower droplet





















(photo from internet surfing; credit to its taker)

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

haiku

of winged transparency
the beautiful how
dragonfly

storytelling

hold my hand
to guide me out of sadness
she asks her breath meditating
after awhile the breath replies
breathing her undistorted

haiku

sunset path on water
to fade away shimmering
she turns inward

micropoetry

her shadow
sunset path on water

haiku

welled up dew shivers
breeze pre-dawn
call for prayer

haiku

tugging the crescent
with lover's kiss
widest smile

Sunday, April 10, 2016

haiku

of heaven
the rush to climb stairs
kite

haiku

orbiting planet
prayer bead between fingertips

dimensional shift mid breath

storytelling

giant cactus spine punctures active sun
bleeding poetry over horizon
till a pair of wings pulls off table cloth trick

micropoetry

five wings flutter on a circle of love
scented dusk takes me homeward

micropoetry

she reads wild flowers
as signposts to find her path

storytelling

of sunshine through wired window
enlarged pixels on floor
I eye buddhist nothingness
home

micropoetry

the cold borrows my teeth to find its voice
I go inside to claim them back

storytelling

oneness through trinity
for all inclusive mysticism
the expanded contradiction
whole when each is
seen as holy

storytelling

who is more joyful as oneness
river tangent to sea
I am the witnesser within
to activate an old knowing
of oneness

haiku

a basho delicacy
frog legs
how to piss off the french

Thursday, April 7, 2016

micropoetry

to erect a separation wall
for emotional self-imprisonment




(Remark: if Israelis know that by erecting the separation wall in West Bank, they are imprisoning themselves in the victimhood vibration of Second World War ... would they reach outward and inward to heal?)

micropoetry

migrant birds
reforms of personal orthography

haiku

voice of rain
to feel her scar
white cane

haiku

for inner magic
the way of sunset birds
unthreading the sky

haiku

mid-flight
to restructure the sky
birds

micropoetry

she breaks her two days fast
sharing a poem

haiku

butterfly
the way I am
gathered in light wings

storytelling

skin to skin
riding wind
last sun rays
a how to
uncreate selves

Quote of mine

Pure Source is pre/post 'heaven and hell'. I am is the connection to Pure Source. Therefore, I am pre/post 'heaven and hell'.

I am the weightlessness attached to the depth of sound. Aum.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Quote of mine

Manifest your heaven by anchoring more of your divine spirit within your physical body. Heaven is tailor made and accessible 24/24.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Healers Note

We have to forgive in order to love and love in order to celebrate.
So let us:

+ forgive all including self
+ love all including self
+ celebrate all as Self

Celebration is the color of thriving.

micropoetry

dipping seagull
my daydream loses possessive pronoun

senryu

20 years eye flutter
his smell too long gone
not the grip of jasmine breeze

haiku

long grass sway to bend
in the light of her open palm
humming birds

haiku

guest at front door
mid conversation
woodpecker

storytelling

soaking feet in passing cloud
mirror across the breeze
each other exhale touched

micropoetry

flapping wings
the continuity of parallel dimensions

haiku

unfurling tiny palm
holds all wonder
new mom

haiku

focal interest unpainted
to feel the rich texture of initial canvas
full moon ...

haiku

her fragrance
to skim across his blue sky
day dream of multiple bounces

haiku

dawn
comes into focus
the feel of birdsong

micropoetry

the thirst in wind
to be heard

haiku

wings mid-flight
undone piece by piece
his guilt, barbed wire

micropoetry

heredity
the many you in me

micropoetry

dusk
is it painless
tattoo removal

haiku

startling sound
undressing the tree
flock of birds

Thursday, March 31, 2016

haiku

his name swirls
on tip of her tongue
cherry stem knot

morphing into open ended affirmation

Since open ended question form is the most powerful vehicle of affirmation, I morph the last post into:

How to receive, even better, everything as a blessing or blessing in disguise

How to be, even stronger, in my knowing that awareness is my security

Quote of mine

I receive everything as blessing or blessing in disguise. Awareness is my security.

Metaphysics Note

I am knowing. Love is true nature. While Fear is not a feeling, rather a limiting misbelief. Expansiveness sprouts from harmonizing contradictions. I allow Love to invite Fear, saying, face to face: I love you, thank you for taught lessons and now you may go and relax. I am in command. The way of infinity.

haiku

weightlessness of sound
as I dive to know home
wind chime

micropoetry

with extreme clarity
breeze lifting a mountain
flutter of dew

micropoetry

stilettos from steel
the sound of his wound

micropoetry

cherry blossom or breeze
who is first in coquetry
her silk blouse

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

storytelling

summer night
the dog licks the stars from her palms
length of his gaze

storytelling

sweet evening breeze across her scars
all fades away to rebirth the north star

storytelling

fluttering in the breeze
between hummingbird and his muse
the pull of ecstasy

micropoetry

in silk kimono
a riot of flowers toward fingertips
she undresses

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

micropoetry

just out of curiosity
day moon

Monday, March 28, 2016

haiku

feather
in palm
I weigh heaven

Sunday, March 27, 2016

storytelling

the elongated hum of a fading lullaby
whose swollen words are out of place
she sits in its perfect shade

micropoetry

crescent moon and venus
so close so far
punctuation on empty sky

haiku

at the periphery of resurrection
the rise from separateness
with soft eyes gaze

micropoetry

holding the sky together
dew of a white rose

micropoetry

across the expanse of birdsongs
being and its tenderness

micropoetry

off the beaten path
inner stillness found

micropoetry

butterflies weave a meadow in his palm
with her breeze

Saturday, March 26, 2016

storytelling

wearing only the hum of his scent
along with the breeze
her body bursts into birdsongs

storytelling

like a mantra
full moon beads
reciting her skin

between fingertips
his alchemist breath

Friday, March 25, 2016

haiku

clear sky flutters in white tinge
butterfly
winged breathlessness

micropoetry

amidst the black hole of his sharp gaze
her reflection shimmers

storytelling

fresh twin cherries
dangling from her necklace
their bumpy ride

he smiles
closer to sun and breeze

storytelling

the vast spaces blooming between atoms
anchor more of consciousness
I am the paradox that stretches all meaning

micropoetry

sunset
tilting the horizon inward

haiku

sun talks
in stars blooming on water
I believe

haiku

dawn
seeping through the window
of me

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

haiku

murmur of dry leaves
in the swirl back to cloud
bigger droplet

quote of mine

What lies in the periphery uncreates the distortion of what lies in the center.

storytelling

whole river drowning
in a tear that wells up
but not the sound
of a swaying willow

where would I be without the breeze

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

storytelling

gardenia breeze racing full moon
ripples in her silk night gown

haiku

sky wobbles
across pond
afternoon breeze

micropoetry

brightness of koi leaps to poetry
sunlit reading

micropoetry

for my different moods
one maple tree

storytelling

stirring the sky
with her wet toes
beautiful day for teasing

micropoetry

whisper of leaves
applause, multiple rounds
eyes smiling

micropoetry

page turner
breeze

haiku

dew wobbling
in palm
baby's first steps

Monday, March 14, 2016

micropoetry

the many ways of clouds
falling on my palm

micropoetry

how far do lyrics drift
after listening
I catch my breath

storytelling

eyes dark planets
tiny heart in middle of stitches line
lip sewed face
child draws
witnessed pain no word

Friday, March 11, 2016

storytelling

dew slips on his cheek
her energetic field
without a body
muted sharing
at dawn

Thursday, March 10, 2016

haiku

alone walking in the wind
bullfighting
how many piercing me

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

haiku

curling phase
tip of rose petal
he feels her toes
as they kiss

storytelling

a thousand star shimmering
tonight and I am so ticklish

the feel to explode into glitter
of gazes that notice in silence

micropoetry

he offers a home to the sounds from her anklet

Monday, March 7, 2016

Reflective Qs

Why to opt for sarcasm when the other option is shared joy? How distorted is the belief that fading others joy means fading your own sadness?

storytelling


Metaphysics Note

You instantly transform a challenge into sacred ground once you are in allowance to receive its revelation.

micropoetry

even her shadow speaks
of flowers and butterflies
overhanging his love is

haiku

falling ever deeper
the longing in reed
of I am presence

storytelling

the wind blossoms
she writes
of her essence

how vibrancy vibrates
with unseen colors

haiku

gatekeeper to flows
depth of wholeness
in hollow reed

micropoetry

with sounds from elsewhere
her paper plane ventures the unknown

micropoetry

poetry ~
how much you are a paper plane!

micropoetry

dawn
I gather dews from your lips

micropoetry

coquelicot shade
the space between her feet
she drips sensuality

Friday, March 4, 2016

storytelling

heavy with its fog
autumn begs for a chat
even a monologue will do
gaze reaching fingertips
lost and found in fog
everything is a monologue

micropoetry

her face goes through many seasons
he plays the piano
I observe the manifested sound in them

Thursday, March 3, 2016

haiku

away from judgement
into allowance
the river flows

haiku

twinkle little star
I hear my mom sings
clarity of midnight sky

storytelling

love making
she talks to her cells
to open up even more
and hears her hip-bones
moving outward to birth
her touching his soul

haiku

post love making
how much me, how much you
such a retrieval of wonder

micropoetry

and all morph into flower bud ...
she lays her tight fist into his wide open palm

micropoetry

used to be unseen
she avoids mirrors

micropoetry

her divorced parents are antiques collectors
how to define "precious"

micropoetry

she halts her breath to let a shooting star cross

Sunday, February 28, 2016

storytelling

of wild poppies
swaying meadow
where breath is planted

on fingertips clear sky
bee

note to self

expanding to all that is
while contracting to nothingness
I taste equilibrium
to know without attachment

Saturday, February 27, 2016

storytelling

tear of God
on a rose petal
in my hand
I know who 
I am

Friday, February 26, 2016

micropoetry

a blind lady knitting
the light on her face

micropoetry

she calculates her age
in missed kisses

haiku

have we meet?
so many versions
of one full moon

3 lines

his gaze as if wind
searching for a distant shore
to crumble there unseen

micropoetry

sunbathing river
I am the cat sitting beside its purr

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

storytelling

lightest kisses trail
carving into heart
and back to the entangled
quantum.ly in blossom
vibrance the spin of light
mantra be
myrrh

Monday, February 22, 2016

haiku

full moon in lighter breeze
the sway of longing under skin
goose bumps

micropoetry

speak to me
in full moon terms

Friday, February 19, 2016

storytelling

rhythmic outpour
of willow green branches
breezing forward a river
I take it all in
eyes shut
bloom of suns
I am all and none

Thursday, February 18, 2016

micropoetry

unexpected yet natural
slow sunset coloring wings of butterfly

micropoetry

fresh coffee finds its native american name
morning breeze

micropoetry

camel herd
stitching nowhere to nowhere

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Healer's note: Meditation related to Medulla Oblongata

First in-breath, I allow Pure Source Energy, Strength and Harmony to enter through my Medulla Oblongata, activating all brain, reaching Third Eye where beam of light is ignited to shine forth. My Medulla Oblongata is Ganesha in action dissolving all self made obstacles.

Second in-breath, I allow the continuous flow of Pure Source Energy, Strength and Harmony, coming through my Medulla Oblongata to descend into my spine, widening the Shushumna Nadi.

Third in-breath, I invite the flow to reach base of spine where Kundalini resides.

Fourth in-breath, the consistent flow awakens Kundalini, bringing equilibrated synchronization to Ida and Pingala, her companions.

Fifth in-breath, they all fly together with ease and grace, to Crown Chakra, where Kundalini blossoms and reveals her noble essence.

Sixth in-breath, I align all of my physical, etheric, mental, emotional and soul being with Pure Source Abundance.

Seventh in-breath, showers of Pure Source Abundance engulf the totality of me, bringing even more vibrancy to my Soul Star Chakra.

Eighth in-breath, I identify myself as an expansion of  Pure Source Energy, Strength and Harmony, connected to All that is, conversing with Cosmic Consciousness. I am that, I am.

Ninth and final in-breath, is a gratitude breath, uncreating all distortion in all dimensions and sealing the healing in the heart of All that is.

So it is.


(While doing this meditation please sit spine erect and if possible, sit in lotus position. Kindly, visualize each in-breath coming through Medulla Oblongata.)

Sunday, February 14, 2016

poem

the drift of rose petals
takes me upstream
to a sound never heard
felt in lightness
that commands
I breeze your silence
fragrance on lips

1 line

trusting the wind to carry me to your scent

4 lines

mom
wild flowers bloom
in the shade of her headstone
I drift downstream

3 lines

sunday at dawn
religious commitment of one garbage truck
voices to empty self

Healer's note

As a healer, I am asked frequently to gift a distant healing. I started my valentine's day with such session then wrote a report to my receiving star. In it, I mentioned the following:

"Know, your genuine equilibrium is not related to the unchanged scenery of loved ones but rather to undistorted relationship with pure source energy."

In a year, that will foresee abrupt change as well as mass exit, may we be reminded by the above phrase.

Friday, February 12, 2016

storytelling

awoken suddenly by incense
from a dream
seeping and permeating
anchoring more of her soul
into an all seeing now

micropoetry

how to bewitch a bomber aircraft
into paper plane

micropoetry

bold font of pre dawn
in seeding light

haiku

gathering the milky way
between her lips
"I love you"

haiku

lifting the sky higher
with turkish coffee
deep and slow breathing

Thursday, February 11, 2016

haiku

thousand-yard stare
the drifting angle
of snowflakes

2 lines

she looks to the wind
to un-mute herself

storytelling

he keeps nurturing the open fire
not noticing her eternal flame
burning, flickering and cracking
gossip of pine cones
veiling the shy moon

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

storytelling

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

haiku

rippling heartbeats
sunward
flock of birds

storytelling

tilting head to heart
jasmine breeze
the blur circling a smile

I inhale deep
and let go into breeze

Monday, February 8, 2016

storytelling

stormy weather
I ask
to lower the volume

of TV
I need nature to express me

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

storytelling

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

Saturday, February 6, 2016

storytelling

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

Thursday, February 4, 2016

storytelling

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

storytelling

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

3 lines

breeze in the void
she empties herself
first rays of light

2 lines

butterfly
the joker card in a deck of petals

storytelling

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

Sunday, January 31, 2016

3 lines

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

Saturday, January 30, 2016

haiku

birdsongs
the sun speaks
a second language

micropoetry

with a deep inhale
tugging the blue sky

micropoetry

coloring her midnight
thoughts of his perfume

haiku

weight of snow
on leafless tree
just enough
to survive

storytelling


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

she needs to borrow a floor
to this bottomless pain

few words

She walks through her shadow, returning home. Light.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

haiku

barefoot, dawn
the voice of quietude
between toes

3 lines

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

storytelling

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

3 lines

ant traversing sunlight rays
child's curiosity
on its back

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

senryu

protecting
her old story
she loses her posture

haiku

the longing
marches into fog
and bones

haiku

meditation
how to co-create
pre-dawn breeze

3 lines

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

haiku

vipassana retreat
each day a different silence
rising to a crescendo

Sunday, January 24, 2016

storytelling

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

Saturday, January 23, 2016

haiku

kissing my palm
the sky rains
where are you



where are you
the sky rains
kissing my palm

3 lines

to explain elongate

the haunting fragrance
of short lived love story

5 lines

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

Friday, January 22, 2016

haiku

this moment
between different shores
open horizon

haiku

cedar reserve
a visit to
this feel of being protected

haiku

all what remains
a semicolon
at best

5 lines

crossing his gaze
too heavy to hold
her rain droplet

after diffusion
rebirth of sky

Thursday, January 21, 2016

5 lines

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

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

haiku

between inhale and exhale
the silent mantra
of snow

Personal Note

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

3 lines

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

PS to reader(s) from Brunei

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

haiku

seaside ride
everything I cannot confess
in a palm held tight

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Storytelling

barely wing flutters in his ear

all the longing returns home
through her voice

and more
longing stretches its own ceiling

the blossoming part he forgot to be
takes place

as if unheard of, fragrance is birthed

nothing but wing flutters ... barely

Storytelling

in his gaze
incomprehensible expansion of sky
celebrating her

nude and vulnerable
she embraces her wings

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

3 lines

white flower in bloom
to deepen layers
of tonight blues




















(credit to painter)

shiva

shiva
the many ways I destroy me
to unlearn and be

haiku

alluring color of his gaze
interlaced with her skin

butterflies

Storytelling

full moon, swing sofa
his head
on her lap

night hums their waves

his breath
to nest in her thighs

meadow of forget-me-not

Monday, January 11, 2016

lines

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

Storytelling

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

4 lines

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

micropoetry

she keeps a firm grip on wind to cross ache

Contemplation

oneness
catalyst of 5D longing

highest rate of expansion in contradiction

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Storytelling

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

Saturday, January 9, 2016

3 lines

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

haiku

flow of hot water
on jasmine flower ball
lovers

3 lines

lifting the sky higher
stars
I search for your face

2 lines

crossing her moonlit face
a breathless sound

3 lines

frankincense and myrrh
valley echoes in mist
monk prayer beads

haiku

bringing the meadow
closer
sunlit wings of butterfly

Storytelling

birdsong
to carry inner breeze
open window

between here and there
no between, no and

Storytelling

one poem
for each reader
different sky and earth

a critic advocates non judgement
and the world goes round

3 lines

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

3 lines

garden of thorns crossed

nothing but fragrance
for the windmill

haiku

let it snow
too unbearable
of traces

haiku

water smiles
in shimmery coins
wishing fountain

haiku

marinating dawn
in louder sips
tea

Friday, January 8, 2016

Storytelling

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

Storytelling


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

Storytelling

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

3 lines

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

4 lines

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

Thursday, January 7, 2016

haiku

desert rose
slow-motion of a whirl
skyward

storytelling

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

Poetry (Lovers)

sniffing him
after long travel
she approaches her Earth

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Poetry (Lovers)

as if reading fire
her fingertips on his lips

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

micropoetry

of windows
marginalia art

haiku

heavy snowfall
to summarize her mood
a note in the margin

haiku

tilting head
deeply into soul
side of the breeze

Monday, January 4, 2016

Personal Note

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Contemplation

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

micropoetry

a heavyweight
gaze of refugee

storytelling

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

senryu

bedridden
by her side, a birdsong
out of reach

Contemplation

How much soul wounds act like black holes?

haiku

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

Contemplation

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

senryu

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

Saturday, January 2, 2016

haiku

in the mirror
holding broken light together
stranded shadows

micropoetry

everything whirls
on black hole axis

haiku

inward, silence
to ground the milky way
frozen time

senryu

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

Friday, January 1, 2016

storytelling

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

awoke to the extent of
inter-being

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

storytelling

to amass yearning
for the soul
indentation of collarbone

her alive architecture
of his kisses and tears

where all lingers, a fragrance

Question

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

Monday, December 28, 2015

haiku

open sky
this fading away
of wings

haiku

birdview
the stir of music
she is

micropoetry

somewhere else
on her to do list

Sunday, December 27, 2015

3 lines

early morning
a pilgrimage to your lips
infusing light into me

haiku

I clear my throat
the moon
too full

photography (by me)






photography (by me)






Friday, December 25, 2015

micropoetry

wave on crashing wave
the stillness of a lighthouse

Journaling about Sion

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


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


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


storytelling

calla lily
unfurling her wings
to cradle his breeze

from the edge of grace
inner light

haiku

all that waiting
behind the window ...

it left her unseen

Thursday, December 24, 2015

haiku

locks of hair sunward
she dives naked

white cloud disappears

Storytelling

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

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

3 lines

Christmas
a shadow darkens
out of place

micropoetry

between tears
emphasis of a swallow

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

3 lines

how of wind
catching its breath
on lips of wild flowers

contemplation

where does the wind go
to rest from all this longing

haiku

reading warmth
through the seven rays
heart of oneness

2 lines

blues
of the violet flame


storytelling

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

2 lines

cosmic blue
her longing

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

haiku

he squeezes her waist
into him
cello rhymes

3 lines

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

storytelling

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

haiku

pack of wolves
swirling the mountain
christmas garland

haiku

skinny dip
the moonlight too
skipping a heartbeat

haiku

wild dolphins
kite runners
bluest sky inward

haiku

dawn
made by dew
shapeshifting

haiku

wild dolphins
the sea follows
as they jump skyward

5 lines

faint light on floor
seeping through
the window

enough to make her
wonder

Storytelling

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

the way I burn too inward

poem

the way
you summon
more of me
on your lips

pulsating
fingertips
leaflike green
encirling the rose

dawn made by
dew shapeshifting

Monday, December 21, 2015

5 lines

uniting
dirt and sky
winged heart
I whirl
the atom too

self talk

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

poem

to savor
his peeled soul

nested inside the dimension
between collarbone and neck

her way of kissing
toes flexed

the liquid flow
harmony and explosion

haiku

inner knowing
sweetness of
sun ripe fig

5 lines

whole audacity
peeled soul fragrance
blood moon

shattering
in bliss

haiku

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

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Refinement

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

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

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

Quote of mine

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

3 lines

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

Saturday, December 19, 2015

5 lines

the stringed sun rays
they play
orbs

free flows vibrantly
of I love You



contemplation

bombardment
the serial fragmentation of soul

contemplation

she collects poems
like an opening
to access what is

haiku

war zone
she babysits keys
for relatives



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

improvised ;) for peace

driftwood stumbles
on driftwood

the river flows

Poetry

snowflake
on snowflake
the veiled stars leak

they nudge
and nudge
where bright eyes deepen

the simplified lingers
of longing

haiku

with eagle's wings
her spirit anchors
clearer sky

haiku

sharing gazes of wonder
they expand
mom breast feeding baby

Friday, December 18, 2015

haiku or 3 lines

wind chimes
homeward
heart of silence

~
Or
~

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

storytelling

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

Thursday, December 17, 2015

haiku

Arabic language
life long bleeding scar
I write it in English

Thought

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

haiku

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

Orbs photography II

By the river of Delphi: