Reflective note

From bomb detector mall guard use on your car to infrared thermometer supermarket worker use on you, a shift in the concepts of terror, terrorism and weapons.

Astrological Note

Along year 2020, conjunction of Pluto and Jupiter unfolding three times: April 4th/ June 30th/ November 12th. Whether to deal with it as golden opportunity or doomsday, it is a chosen focus between extremes. Golden opportunity?! Yes, it may be so, once targetting what to eliminate so to create space for the transformative new. Key open question: How to be Home.

Face mask and Corona: A Philosophical Note

May we reflect on face mask necessity after the loss of healthy boundaries (Corona as Neptunian syndrome). It is ultimately not for protecting us from others but rather an invitation to have a fresh perspective on who we are individually with respect to others. 'Others' are not danger. I like to contemplate the issue as follows: We are all Love. Yet, which unique flavor of Love do I wish to be now, starting on white canvas ...

Photography Black & White

Psychic Note 3

As I shared before, this time up to 2023, is about how to reach and enhance Oneness consciousness while preserving healthy boundaries that safe guard the enriching individualized expressions of Oneness.

The issue that started with loss of healthy boundaries (Neptunian syndrome) within enhanced group consciousness and swung to the extreme of artificially imposed boundaries (like Corona caused curfew), will end up in a reshuffle of all boundaries in order at last to reach and establish healthy personal boundaries.

This reshuffling of boundaries will be microscopic and macroscopic. It will result in a redistribution of all boundaries. Among that realm, are earthquakes, reconfigurations of historic geographic boundaries of countries, end of royal dynasties, financial systems reshuffle, wealth redistribution in addition to manifestation of various types of viruses.

So for whatever to settle down, it will take a journey of couple of years. Yet stay assured, it is for the benefit of all humanity. Just focus on and reassess what it means for you the notion of healthy personal boundaries while allowing and trusting the collective process guided by higher realms. 

A kind reminder that necessity is the mother of invention. So be ready too for a great leap of creativity wave and technological advancement that touch genius level.

During this intense time, instead of worrying about personal wealth, focus on how to gain or fine-tune skills that serve the collective.

Be well and thrive.

Psychic Note 2

I sense that what we are facing will not be limited to Corona virus. From now till 2023, the viruses' presence will continue so to teach each one of us how to instill healthy boundaries. Corona is just a preparation for what is coming.

Nature's law is about swinging: From no boundaries (uniformed way of living) to artificial and imposed boundaries till we rest in the middle: self imposed healthy boundaries.

It is not divine punishment (like institutional religious men want you to believe) nor devil's revenge.

It is just a lesson and a nudge toward the authentic path: personal healthy boundaries within our ever enhanced collective consciousness.

Oneness consciousness is enriched by individualized expressions of Oneness and Nature will ensure preserving that enrichment. The more each one of us is anchored in this knowing, the less chance each has of tapping onto the collective psychic trauma that is currently unfolding.

That said, we are recommended to take provision for the ride ahead, up to 2023. This provision means whatever is nurturing whether food, nurturing friends, nurturing actions or nurturing thoughts and nurturing new creations.

Be well and thrive.

Astrological Note 1

The Universe speaks constantly through coded information, for who notices from humans. A virus is a Neptunian manifestation: A symbol of letting go (loss) of healthy boundaries. In the Aquarius age that we are in and which is all about collective consciousness, the question becomes how to tap into collective consciousness while preserving healthy boundaries. In order to address that question, one is recommended to differentiate between oneness consciousness and uniformed/unified consciousness. Each person is an individualized expression of oneness through which oneness expands in a unique and enriching way. Meaning our personal uniqueness is so important and nurturing to the collective. Without healthy boundaries, we may fall into unified consciousness which is a disservice to all.
As a symbol of uniformed consciousness, the 'army' fits it so well. For this reason, the further we go into the Aquarius age (2023 and beyond), I predict the gradual disintegration of 'army' for being unhealthy and debilitating concept. A kind reminder that healthy boundaries are organic and self imposed.
Back to now and the Corona virus, I notice the following: Neptune is in Aquarius. Thus to overcome today Corona virus pandemic, we are recommended to use the tools of the opposite sign: Leo archetype. They are creativity, lightness or playfulness and attention.
Be well and thrive.

Highlight on previous note to self

In previous post I wrote: "I compare year 2020 to the 12th house of astrology where loss rains on you to ultimately resurrect you."
Reading that line with the Corona virus pandemic lens, it gifts it soundtrack music.

Note to self: 20/20

I am living currently in Lebanon where creative chaos, a form of civil revolution, is in full bloom. I compare year 2020 to the 12th house of astrology where loss rains on you to ultimately resurrect you. Here banks have hijacked individuals bank accounts (all people who have bank accounts) under the pretext of "for the benefit of financial status of the country". When was a country on the opposite side of its people! The mafia of politicians impoverished people while expecting from them gratitude and still betting on manipulating them. The ancient ways of mafia won't work anymore.

I sense what happened and is unfolding in the bank sector in Lebanon won't be limited to Lebanon. That "trend" will spread all over the world to kill but ultimately resurrect finance through a new system, yet to be revealed.

My observation of this creative chaos in Lebanon, a positive tsunami of creativity entangled with a negative tsunami of bitter emotions. How can each welcome the creativity while stepping away from the bitterness remains a personal responsibility. Awareness is keyword to navigate "the 12th house" so to tap onto superconscious instead of subconscious.

Good luck World!


P.S: Stepping away from the tsunami of bitter emotions does not mean denying your bitter emotions but rather processing them in order to go beyond them.

Note to self

I decided in 2020 to resurrect my old blog. I miss conversing with imaginary reader. What is new with me? I took a step away from poetry. A step closer to photography. Greatly immersed in healing.  In September 2020 I will graduate from 3 years journey of shamanism apprenticeship. Oh my Goodness how amazing and eye opening it is to practice dying. I am not permitted to share details of my journey as shaman apprentice (Foundation of Shamanic Studies requests not to share such info). Yet I will be writing more of the amazing unfolding of what I experience when I do soul retrieval and psychopomp as healer-shaman.

Welcome 2020. Cheers to new beginnings.

P.S: I remain the same fool yet with much less seriousness.

Pencil Drawing

quote

Forgiveness is a portal to a different dimension: when you forgive, you change past, present and future.

storytelling

to open a portal
I follow the erased that pulsates
night sky full of stars

I am there
to fathom here

haiku

rain
at the funeral
prayer shawl

storytelling

song of longing
carried by gust of wind
falling leaf

I whirl too
sky my grounding

storytelling

jasmine breeze
I witness
calligraphy of longing

deep breath
to play the soundtrack

Pencil Drawing

haiku

shamanic drum
streaming in human veins
heartbeats of earth

haiku

early morning wind
drops of stars
in late summer hum, sea

haiku

floating lantern
all the shared prayers I summon
to let go

haiku

water garden
higher than the moon
a koi jumps

Storytelling

I am that
glide on open wounds
in this dimension
right palm outside moving car
freedom to seep through
focused consciousness
a fuller dot that masters
the winged universe
inhaling exhaling
joy of inner silence
then music streaming in veins
nothing else

Watercolor

The Key to Different Blooming Surat Al Fatiha

Personal Note

While meditating this past April a download on Surat Al Fatiha caught me by surprise. I finished writing a booklet of 6 pages on this mystic experience. I will print it soon and start to distribute (for free) the copies. One week post distribution I will put on this blog as attachment, a pdf format. Most probably by the end of this month.

poetry

haiku

cellist
from embracing depth
the sound of melancholy

poem

in the secret garden of Delphi
transparent wings holding my breath
carrying it to the four directions
of a new dawn
while I read sunset
among orbs and wind chimes

poem

white feather
on top of cloud
in river of aliveness
all flows
I breathe deep
to the rhythm
heart of flutters
open sky

haiku

ego
on cobblestone road
high heels

haiku

ocean home ~
catching my name
in the billowing curtain

haiku

the brightest light
deep in the cave
closed eyes, monk

haiku

walnut stuffed figs
grandmother's love
in a transparent jar

haiku

full moon
lending its song
to the wind
red poppy

haiku

sweet dreams
the when of all & nothingness
merging in me as me

haiku

co-created dawn
the texture of
almond blossom

poem

blossoming
on her pale skin
his breath of fire

leading her to travel
within, fluttering
from chakra to chakra

floating mid dimensions
fountain of magic bursts from
soul intimacy

fingers interlaced
welcoming her on the other side
with earth mantra, her name in whispers

haiku

connecting the dots
from thought to thought
birdsong

Tonight's affirmation

I redefine home on earth as self celebration within time & space.

haiku

to feel stars whirling
in the softer sound
of cicadas

micropoetry

leaning on light rain
for expression

haiku

transparent geese
migrating to fill
pillow of moonlit hollow

storytelling

earthquake
of the swelling dew
breeze

how
simple and intense
joy is so

universe within universe
the fullest now resides creating
sensitive portal

to breathe in and out
dawn, mantra
interwoven bodies

storytelling

I bloom
zooming into a bumblebee
zooming into a blooming flower
how simple and non linear
the interconnectedness of all life is

haiku

calla lily
engulfed by pure warmth
a rebirth

More of my Watercolor

storytelling

clear sky, mid journey
light beams twinkle on water
cosmic music in reach
salty breeze
how I love you
as if your noticing exudes amber fragrance
I travel bloodstream to bloodstream
expanding contracting at once
you exhale my inhale and I fly
clear sky, mid journey

in between lines

Through fathoming unity of opposites, embracing expanding contradictions, we touch integration that takes us to transcendence.

Watercolor Drawing: Iris

Lately, I am into drawing. It turned out that I am allergic to oil colors. So I now use watercolors yet not in their diluted usual ways. I am discovering my own style.

in between lines

We are all equal yet with different growth rate of consciousness. When one has a mystical experience, it is fathomed through his/her own growth of consciousness. To attain a maturity of consciousness is a prerequisite to a conducive interpretation of a mystical experience. It is not an issue of validating or invalidating a mystical experience of another (All can have a mystical experience). Rather, validating or invalidating its meaning in relationship to the growth of consciousness of the one who experienced it and/or the one who is interpreting it.

haiku

solitary winter
over sunsetting soup
I sprinkle shared peace

storytelling

the day after
crying in the stillness
from earthquakes
still vibrating within
beauty that peaks
to reach the other side
on a higher spiral
I gasp
not limited by joy nor sadness
I am the expanding paradoxes
conscious of the single point of existence

haiku

wingbeats, how to gather me
in the stillness
of a tingling meadow

haiku

pouring a refuge from gossip
on half moon lemon
the sound of saint pelligrino

haiku

her distant gaze
from dark grey window
the weight of untold story

storytelling

light beam
after midnight
milky way drift

here and there
all inclusive, I am

storytelling

light breeze
coming from or for
the butterfly's wings

in wonder I am
breeze even lighter

For You

Harissa, Lebanon

Happy New Year 2018

Happy New Year, my dear reader. Sorry for vanishing half of the past year. Exciting news to come. Smiling. Loving. Creating out of joy. You & me: Cheers!

poetry

haiku

the older I get
the longer I bow
to the wild flower

haiku

rosewood beads
the scent of a mantra
on fingertips

haiku

in the cedar reserve
the roots of birdsongs
deeper silence

micropoetry

I sculpt a breathing space
writing

haiku

a journey
sunward
her bluer gaze

haiku

the sound of rhythmic breath
through the dark room
inner light leads

micropoetry

outside time & space
a poem by the breeze

haiku

moonlight path
I sway as if
sea recognizing itself

haiku

deep ocean floor
uncovering
father's handkerchief

storytelling

deep ocean floor
I uncover
father's handkerchief

brown stripes on edges
my breath mid its whiteness

haiku

sandy blue beach
I burry my feet for
the scent of lightness

micropoetry

re-birthed by sound
AUM

haiku

a co-creator

witnessing
the first rays

haiku

ER
all the scenarios
in one dew

haiku

chasing a butterfly
sunlit fingertips
of the child

haiku

along sunlit hairlocks
the caress of wind
phantom swing home

haiku

this slow inhale
of depth and grace
dawn

haiku

bird on still swing
in-between
thought & feeling

micropoetry

writing
for the focus of me in the mirror

haiku

pressed flowers
of the orphan girl
family album

behind all tingling
deep under skin
beeja mantra: this name

storytelling

under the cedars
violet flowers
and me
this spring
has no end

haiku

breathe

leaning on stem
leaning on green
red poppy

storytelling

the light from a keyhole
deeper & sweeter
closed doors
are they precious frames
imagine the hum

haiku

the moving planets
I redirect
mala

haiku

mala
I breathe the space
in-between beads

storytelling

cedar forest
the swooshing of wind
in veins a birdsong
here there everywhere
violet wild flower

haiku

arrival hall
when heartbeat
lands in palm

storytelling

to contemplate
the multilingual solutions
a lighthouse offers
just by being true
to one's light

haiku

sniffing home
she breathes his breath

flower of love & life

storytelling

butterfly on tiger's nose
winged heart leads courage
not vice versa
for the real wonder in life

micropoetry

what counts is the inner light of the void

micropoetry

bringing light
with a birdsong

micropoetry

how eternity fits better in a light touch

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

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

haiku

descending holy dew
his lips catch
fire to ascension

haiku

holy dew of hermon
glistening homeward
lovers in full bloom

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

Flowers from Philippines

storytelling

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

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 for 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:

haiku

between lost and found
the swing
of dreams

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

micropoetry

her transparency
wings
for self realization

micropoetry

of cherry blossom
that eternal drift

haiku

from star to star
cricket leaps
what an invitation!

haiku

from what if
to so what
maturity

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

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

micropoetry

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

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

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.

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

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

storytelling

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

he exhales
written poetry

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

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

storytelling

early morning ray
nudging my eyelashes
to be, god

whom I catch rhyming
what a wonderful world

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
~

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.

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
~

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Note

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

haiku

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

haiku

nothing to be
the sound of a whirl
mid palm

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

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

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

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

haiku

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

haiku

lost in silent om
bee
bright star walker

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.

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

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