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breeding compassion (Waka) Daily Moments June 13, 2016

 

©Karuna Poole (cropped pics)

thimbleberry shrub
overcome by freeloaders
choked by greedy arms

blackberry vines overstay
morning glories take over

human’s helping hands
unwinding weeds and vines
free the choking stems

greenbelt lovers lend a hand
disentangling carefully

digging at the root
removing each stake – claimed
by jealous lovers

***

bindweeds breed – only
unhealthy relationships
nature’s oppressor

***

world disputes – only,
farm famine and poverty
breeding ground of war

greed lingers at the root
breeding lust for wars

if compassion
could lure like greed and lust
man would be set free

the Golden Rule would become Law
the breeding ground of love

©Tournesol’19/06/13

Daily Moments – June 13, 2017  breeding compassion  (waka)

This waka (solo no renga and haiku/senryu) were inspired by Mystery, Adventure and Reward by Karuna’s post at LivingLearningAndLettingGo where she works tirelessly in the Greenbelt behind her home freeing the thumbleberry shrub from bindweeds (morning glory) and blackberry vines.   This post reminded me of one thing, “if only only compassion ruled the world.” I’ve taken the liberty to post a few of her photos to illustrate the meaning of the poem.

 

 

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”.

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Amma’s Facebook page

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

habits of the times (solo no renga)

©Clr'16
©Clr’16

echoes linger
mocking in the shadows
mid barren trees

tendencies of souls at risk
symbolic of this season

hopelessness
leaving far too many
unhinged

©Tournesol’16

Three Word Wednesday: symbolic tendency unhinged

Daily Moments October 21, 2016  habits of the times   Solo No Renga

remembering ash trees (Solo no Renga)

 

traveling from afar
hunt their own tree as a host
slowly sucks out life

emerald ash borers thrive
turning hope to disrepair

star shines in reverence
through bare branches
lost leaves of ash

  • ©Tournesol’16/07/11
  • Written for TheSecretKeeper 5 word prompt  OWN TURN SHINE TREE STAR
  • In honour to ash trees in Southern Québec

Irish eyes are smiling (haibun)

My great-great-grandfather, Michael O’Donnell was born in Ballybunion, County Kerry, Ireland and emigrated to Québec, Canada at the beginning of the great famine. His daughter, my great-auntie Mae returned to Ireland several times and shared slides of her journeys. We used to tease her since she never married and how a man holds her by the waist as she is lying on her back kissing the Blarney Stone. She would get a good chuckle out of that.

I would love to visit my roots one day and check out the castle ruins in County Kerry. Maybe I would be inspired to write a fairy tale or two.

.ballybunion.ie

emerald eyes gleam
hanging on his every word
tales of yore

County Kerry castles thrive
now – mere stone walls here and there

claims royal heirlooms
ripped from his ancestors
at Blarney Castle

©Tournesol’16/06/20

Carpe Diem “Ireland”

Life Changes (Solo Renga)

Poetry Prompt 6 – Life Changes

“Happiness depends on being free, and freedom depends on being courageous.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner’s Curse

http://www.octpowrimo.com/2015/10/poetry-prompt-5-life-changes.html

Change is one thing that is inevitable whether we want it or not. It is one thing we can always count on. Wildlife seems to simply follow nature’s course without as much drama as humans however. Once we can get passed the sorting, waiting, processing some more, and hopefully support, we eventually find the courage to make that change and there, we feel such freedom.

Before change
caterpillar stops a spell
safe and sound

building courage – carpe diem
freedom grows in silken wings

butterfly flutters
on blossoms – sips sweet nectar
budding promise

© Tournesol ’15

OctPoWriMo 2015 – 6 Life Changes