swans wait for the rain to stop
-empty plastic bags
A tear meandering dramatically down a cheek
Is such an inefficient way to water colourful flowers
Let them wait for a rainy day instead
only time can tell
if broken hearts ever heal-
the lost honeybird
Some time ago I decided I don't much like goodbyes anymore
So why don't you stay a little while longer, here in front of the fire
At least until the sun rises again next spring
inside the acorn
all the knowledge of
Blood splattered jeans ripped at the seams and the sand blows
After the explosions between more to come still the sand blows
And through the trees where the blossoms will come some day
He dreams of pleasant things and lips waiting but the sand blows
Not even the hardest words heard are like rockets or like missiles
Bullets they come and they go and some stay and the sand blows
Your name has been whispered high up across the mountains
And deep in the hearts of brave lonely men while the sand blows
Yet it is I a mere forestbather who reads paths through tall trees
Left to record stories of love never consumed for the sand blows
her rose, her beautiful treasure
her fragrance luring, beguiling
tantalizing, yet her taste, veiled
The last post in February on behalf of the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai website, (link found below). and the theme is Onsen, the Japanese communal baths, carried out nude of course.
A country where people strip off to bathe or sit in steam rooms together always has a favourable edge to me. The naturist beaches of Croatia give the same flavour, one I enjoyed a few decades ago, meeting traveling people from Greece, Germany, Argentina, Hungary and Korea. There is something fun about removing clothes as a group with total strangers, though all with the common goal of travelling and experiencing.
And so I thought I would make the final post of February for CDHK one with a splash, so to speak, even if not quite a topical one...
in the company
of those just met on the road
I bare my soul
let the children play
as long as possible
on the mountain
before they get sucked in
to slave down in the city
noble Masai warrior
who walks from sunrise
across the savannah
all the way to a setting sun
miles and dreams
One of the abberations of Christianity is a main tennent of the faith: good vs evil. There is a fatal flaw in this incredibly simplistic view of things. First of all, it is totally at odds with the workings of nature, and secondly it promotes absolutism.
But the main issue with this cause and effect dichtonomy is not the weakness of it's philosophy, but it's results: without a doubt, the concept of good vs evil leads to war. To be exact it leads to many wars and has done so.
Jacques Chirac, president of France during the absurd 'freedom fries' era of he US- instigated and led invasion of Iraq often referred to a meeting with George W Bush and sidekick Dick Cheney, where two tried to press on him the apparent Biblical justifications for going to war against the 'Beast,' Sadam Hussain. He was on the plane to Paris as quick as he could be.
The concept of good and evil comes from the Middle East, and was first outlined by Zoroastriansm, up to a thousand years before Christianity.
Thankfully this dull doctrine is absent from haiku ethos, despite what are said to be connections between haiku and Buddhism, for Buddhism is represented also in Māra, a dark force.
In fact haiku's philosophical roots are more likely traceable to Shintoism and Confucism, and perhaps to the Estonian Maausk religion, rather than any others. This absence of "lecturing" in haiku is one of the things that give it special appeal.
fresh morning snow
her buds full and flushed
ah the devil in me!