a friend forever…(free verse- haiku)

marie

As you wear your Eternity scarf, think of me…

Friends come into our lives for a reason,
some friendships last but a season
you know, that passage in one’s life
when we can share a similar strife?

some friendships last for a lifetime
like those spangled stars that shine
never ever required to question
always knowing that compassion
between two loyal soulmates
can never ever be broken
because the seeds were sown
possibly many lives ago

our challenges and suffering
our passion for our families
our undying love for offspring
but most of all our special bond
enduring and transparent
will always always stand
every test of time
now and forever…
© Cheryl-Lynn ’17/01/25

sown with care
cultivated
on fertile ground

on fertile ground
fostered to fulfilment
budding promise

budding promise
stretching every petal
coming into flower

coming into flower
it’s time to migrate
enrich new ground

©Tournesol’17/01/25

on fertile ground/at Jeunesse Jécoute/you blossomed/ it’s now time to multiply / all the beauty of your heart

Ce n’est pas un au revoir, à plus…mon amie

creative process (haibun) The Pilgrimage “Intuition”

Years ago, she took painting classes as a prerequisite for art therapy. She’d never had an art class in school and was not sure what to expect. The teacher would put on music and ask the students to simply let the music move them. She was always surprised three hours later when she was asked to clean her brushes, the class had ended. Three hours passed like fifteen minutes. Using the creative side of your brain seems to stop time.

melodies of strings
transported to the heavens
guiding brush strokes

©Tournesol’17/01/23

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai – The Pilgrimage “Intuition”

meditation (troibun) on the road to Santiago

 

My best meditation, if you want to call it that, is when I am walking. I start by looking up at the blue sky and sun reflecting on the snow, adjust my sunglasses as the glare blinds my blue eyes and I walk. I start chanting my mantra 108 times and if my mind is still chattering, I chant another set. And then I am in a magical zone.

amma mom

(c) Clr ‘157Amma, Mom, GrandMaman

Amma smiles at me
departed spirits appear
reassuring me

Amma smiles at me
mind swims
in harmony

departed spirits appear
a message
removing my fears

reassuring me
feeling their presence
blessing my day

©Tournesol’17/01/23

Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuile at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

CDHK – The Pilgrimage on the road to Santiago – Meditation

friendship (haibun)

Our host , Chèvrefeuille, writes a very moving post at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, about friendship before continuing on to the lesson in The Pilgrimage on acknowledging friends and support around us.
In times of sorrow or personal strife, I have found solace in my solitude, my writing and my readers. The latter have become friends from afar, who have read my words and “got it”, felt it and embraced it.
I love this passage we are referred to on friendship:

[…] ‘Once, a poet said that no man is an island. In order to fight the good fight, we need help. We need friends, and when the friends aren’t nearby, we have to turn solitude into our main weapon. We need the help of everything around us in order to take the necessary steps toward our goal. Everything has to be a personal manifestation of our will to win the good fight. If we don’t understand that, then we don’t recognize that we need everything and everybody, and we become arrogant warriors. And our arrogance will defeat us in the end, because we will be so sure of ourselves that we won’t see the pitfalls there on the field of battle.’ […](Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)

How true! Amma, (Mata Amritanandamayi) says, “We are all beads strung together on the same thread of love”.

As much as I love to help others, be supportive and it is part of my work as a counsellor as well, I find it difficult to ask for help. I am working on that. It is not arrogance but perhaps the attitude, “I can do it on my own” may be my giving into vanity which is really the same thing.

on pebbled roads
my walking stick breaks
a rest is due

watching travellers go by
humbly ask a stranger’s help

limping’s not so bad
free of a heavy knapsack
a comrade now carts

©Tournesol’17/01/22

imagination (troibun) on the Road to Santiago

 

Walking along the narrow path through the mountains, we feel a soft breeze. Cautiously, looking over my shoulder from time to time, the journey seems much longer now that I know I must meet up with a huge challenge.

scanning high and low
even the clouds seem daunting
demons etched throughout

scanning high and low
sniffing the air around me
danger has a scent

even the clouds seem daunting
fear listens attentively
danger has a growl

demons etched throughout
imagination running wild
gets the best of me

©Tournesol’17/01/22

CDHK – Imagination on the Road to Santiago

Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at CDHK

mea culpa (troiku)

crime of passion
walking a path of remorse
turns into pure love

crime of passion
possessed by earthly cravings
fed by rage and greed

walking a path of remorse
seeking absolution
consumed in sorrow

finds untainted love
His unconditional love
and, divine mercy

©Tournesol’17/01/22

A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille at CDHK

CDHK – The Pilgrimage – Penitence 

following my path (troibun)

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©Clr’17 Beads

Travelling long distances is something new for her. She would travel far to get to one destination only and come back. But now she travels and sometimes takes detours to get to a destination. The time to be there is vague…she tries not to depend on tight schedules. She knows somehow thy will be done. Perhaps some of her guru’s philosophy is rubbing off on her. She knows she has to learn her way and though through guidance, mantras or prayer, readings…these are simply tools to help interpret life around her….the one she was blind to.

(troiku)

walking warily
faith keeps her from falling
icy footpaths

walking warily
mindful of her goal
que sera sera

faith keeps her from falling
patience
lifetime practice

icy footpaths
more lessons to be learned
sitting or standing

She was raised with a strict Catholic upbringing. She remembers her Grand-Maman beading her rosary every night. She now rolls each bead when chanting a mantra, a gift from her guru, Divine Mother, Amma. And yet reading The Pilgrimage she finds more parallels than differences in the lessons presented compared to Amma’s wise tales teaching her devotees.

Today, as she was walking out of the Métro Rosemont, she noticed a young woman limping and her heart sank seeing her twisted foot in a  heavy winter boot. Usually she would start chanting her mantra with a person in mind but for some reason as she walked out onto the street, she started reciting the Lord’s Prayer, ten Hail Mary’s and Glory Be to the Father. What made her do it felt natural…she was asking Mother Mary to help this young woman and at least give her a good day today.  She had not recited these prayers in a while and she was not surprised…it felt natural and right.

She looks at the wooden rosary she brought home from her mother’s bedroom and sets aside her beads before retiring…

prayers or mantras
many different words
same Golden Rule

©Tournesol’17/01/21

CDHK – The Road to Santiago – Depend on Yourself

Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at CDHK

Daily Haiku Challenge

telling tea leaves (troibun)

Long ago, she remembers sipping her loose leaf tea with her Grand-Maman late one night in her kitchen. After she was finished sipping her tea, her grandmother would take her cup.

Tipping towards her
decrypting my future
cup of tea leaves

tipping towards her
tell telling patterns
messages appear

decrypting my future
shape of a mail box
a letter awaits

cup of tea leaves
forming images
crafting a story

©Tournesol’17/01/20

A troiku is a haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille.

CDHK –  The Road to Santiago is part of the Tarot

Daily Haiku Challenge – January 20 2017

clouds comfort me

This morning I was admiring the beautiful photos Michelle Marie posted today When Clouds Look Like Blankets

They DO look like a gigantic duvet and the feathers are all bunched up in pockets, aren’t they?

(troiku)
a new haiku form created by Chèvrefeuille

gathering clouds
whispering softly
comfort me

gathering clouds
winter’s natural
slumbering spell

whispering softly
only
the wind blows

comfort me
timeless sounds in my mind
mother humming

©Tournesol’17/01/19

Daily Moments & Daily Haiku Challenge