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final gifts (haiku)

Chèvrefeuille challenges us at Carpe Diem withTheme Week (5) (5) The Fifth and Sixth Ray  as our inspiration:
Hilarion, Chohan of the fifth Ray, the Green Ray, the Ray of Truth and The Chohan of the Sixth Ray is Lady Nada, the Sixth Ray is the Pink Ray of Peace.

pure of heart
emulating deeds
seeking truth

seeking truth
everlasting peace
death’s reward

(c) Tournesol’16

may peace prevail (Tan Renga)

cold barren garden
ah! I don’t have to worry
coix seed beads in hand (Milan Rajkumar)

softly hum to the wind – Om!
may peace and happiness thrive


Om lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shantih

Daily Moments ~ Feb 21/16 ~ harsh society (haibun)

Getting on to the bus, she shuffled with her cane and asked the young man behind the bus driver for his seat. It is a seat designated for visually impaired or those with limited movement. She would have taken a seat further but her backpack was heavy and there is a shelf to place bags next to that seat. The young man had his ear buds on, on and looked at her and barked, “there are plenty of other seats!” with a smug look on his face. She noticed a seat further down so she took her bag off her shoulders and placed it next to the man and shuffled off to another seat. An older woman looked at her with a look of fear in her eyes. Now that really irked her for she felt that some older and more frail men and women felt intimidated by this behaviour.

rendering vulnerable –

She sat down and took out her beaded bracelet and decided to chant her mantra silently. All the while trying to “let it go”. It was not easy at first for responses like “What would your mother think about your behaviour? Would you treat your grandmother like that?” But then she was thinking he came from a bad place emotionally and was perhaps hurting…maybe angry at the world.  After completing her mantra she could gradually feel a sense of relief, she then chanted in her mind a mantra wishing happiness to the world, thinking of this angry, rude young man.

Om, Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

When she stepped off the bus the young man was behind her and had to pause so she could hold on to the side of the bus to avoid stumbling (like she did last year and fell flat on her face). She noticed he had very fashionable and expensive clothes on and shook her head in dismay at his lack of education and consideration for others.
Getting on the Métro, she was saddened looking at the inside of the train…


monikers scream
claiming territory
with a vengeance

© Tournesol ’16/02/21

Daily Moments ~ Feb 21/16


 “May all beings everywhere be happy and free and may the thoughts, words and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.” Shanti: Peace

Seven days before Christmas

© Clr '15
© Clr ’15

Seven days before Christmas #1 “fresh snow”

downy coverlet
swaddling nature’s crib
glistens in the night

Seven days before Christmas #2 “silent Night

eyelids quiver
toss and turn ’til morning
dreaming of reindeer
singing in the night
herald the newborn King
Silent Night

Seven days before Christmas #3 “decorations

popcorn garlands
cinnamon and eggnog
Christmas long ago
scent of pine cones
tinsel and candy canes
holiday’s  hope chest

Seven Days Before Christmas 2015 #4 presents

As young children, they started their list after Halloween. Mother would eavesdrop on their conversations of hopes and wishes. Watching her children stare at toy commercials, she’d revise the list over and over. Finally they posted each their list on the fridge door, checking it every day trying not to pout and do everything right.

On Christmas Eve, they set a plate of carrots and lettuce for Santa’s reindeer by the patio door and cookies for Santa with a glass a milk. The night before Christmas, they were tucked in early, promising to not get up even if they heard bells jingle, thumping in the living room or any long baritone mirth. The rule was to wait after the sun was up and tip toe carefully in the living room, if there was a late delivery. If they even saw a shadow of a burly man in a red suit, they were to dash back into their beds under the covers.

Since excitement made them rise early,  the children were given permission to look at their Christmas stockings but wait for Mommy and Daddy before opening any other presents Santa  left under the tree.

candy canes and mints
children’s Christmas kisses
sweetest treats

Mother would wake up, lying in bed and smile, listening to the children whispering exclamations on their new finds; then they’d tiptoe in the bedroom wishing their parents a Merry Christmas and pleading to get up so they could open their presents.

gift of love
open hearts, compassion reigns
the newborn King

Seven days before Christmas #5 Peace


heavenly feast
at the altar
midnight mass

heavenly feast
fills each soul with grace
fit for a King

at the altar
nativity scene glows
babe in a manger

midnight mass
children’s choir sing with joy
divine child is born

© Tournesol ’15-12-23

Il est né le divin enfant (heavenly child is born)

Chorus: Il est ne, le divin Enfant, Jouez, hautbois, resonnez, musettes; Il est ne, le divin Enfant; Chantons tous son avenement!

1. Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous le promettaient les Prophetes;
Depuis plus de quatre mille ans,
Nous attendions cet heureux temps. Chorus

2. Ah! qu’il est beau, qu’il est charmant,
Que ses graces sont parfaites!
Ah! qu’il est beau, qu’il est charmant,
Qu’il est doux le divin Enfant! Chorus

3. Une etable est son logement,
Un peu de paille, sa couchette,
Une etable est son logement,
Pour un Dieu, quel abaissement! Chorus

4. O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Tout petit enfant que vous etes,
O Jesus! O Roi tout puissant!
Regnez sur nous entierement! Chorus


Refrain He is born, the Heav’nly Child, Oboes play; set bagpipes sounding He is born, the Heav’nly Child. Let all sing his nativity.

1. ‘Tis four thousand years and more,
Prophets have foretold His coming,
‘Tis four thousand years and more,
Have we waited this happy hour. Refrain

2. Ah, how lovely, Ah, how fair,
What perfection is his graces,
Ah, how lovely, Ah, how fair.
Child divine, so gentle there. Refrain

3. In a stable lodged is he,
Straw is all he has for cradle.
In a stable lodged is he,
Oh how great humility! Refrain

4. Jesus Lord, O King with power,
Though a little babe you come here,
Jesus Lord, O King with power,
Rule o’er us from this glad hour. Refrain

(source : http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas….)

More haiku on Peace

peace of mind
snow covered highways
last guests – home safe

last guest – home safe
bearing gift of mirth
contented souls

rain slick highways
cloud mists from the sky
showering peace

Seven days before Christmas #6 Mistletoe

Her parents had given her that first record player. It looked like an old portable typewriter case. How she loved it, carrying it over to her friends for sleepovers. She remembers her godmother giving her the single record, by Teresa Brewer. She played it so often, it skipped.

under the mistletoe
a smile is planted on her lips,
dreams of her first kiss

© Tournesol ‘15/12/23


Seven days before Christmas #7 “Meditation”

Christmas Eve (haibun)

Something nudged me so early in the morning. It was pitch black outside and my mind was in a fog.  I looked at the time and wondered why I was so wide awake at 5:45 am, since I’d been sleeping barely three hours. Well now, I thought, lying in bed trying to get back to my dream that was a bit of a mystery. Lots of running around like cat and mouse. Must be the detective flics I had been watching on Law & Order again.  But sleep would not greet me and I realized then, it must be the spirit that was excited like a child. Things to do still on this Christmas Eve morning.

A bit of shopping and cooking today and Christmas dinner tomorrow with the most important people in my life, my children and grandchildren.  Then I will be working a night shift at midnight; our manager invited us all to come in to work in our PJ’s…yes, that is another item I need to pick up…something funny and outrageous!

When I think about it,  a whole 24 hours will be spent in love and compassion…the first half with my children  and the second half,at our youth line with amazing caring colleagues.

It’s a privilege for me to take those calls…a window opens on holidays like this where I get to enter the world of other families who, for some, may be struggling this holiday season. Many youths wishing the two weeks off were over already so they can get some sense of normalcy in school with their friends.  Time off can be entering a festive time, family and friends celebrating, holiday cheer; it can also be walking on a mine field trying to avoid explosions and turmoil.  So yes, I feel privileged to be there.

The grey skies are an exception this time of year and I noticed at the Métro,  these past few days there are less homeless people seeking warmth in the subways.  The warmer weather is certainly a blessing to many who normally are out in the cold as we sit in the comfort of our homes with family and friends.

shimmering light
spirit of compassion glows,
hearts blossom

© Tournesol ’15/12/24

unusual encounter (haibun)

Last year a few days before Christmas something inexplicable happened. It had been only a few weeks since her mother passed; suddenly, the coffee maker turned on by itself in the middle of the night. She sat straight on the antique wooden chair in the kitchen,  and then, she felt cold air approaching her. She closed her eyes, willing herself to remain as still as possible and that is when she felt a wave of love pass through her whole being. Never had she experienced such a feeling.

mystical meeting
mother’s love touched her soul
swathed in downy peace

© Tournesol ’15/12/23

Carpe Diem: Seven days before Christmas #5 Peace

What is PEACE?


Simple Sunday with Artist Delawer Omar     http://www.friendburst.com

What is peace
but an attitude
that will release
any inquietude;
it’s worry free
battle free
bully free
racist free
bigot free,
colour blind,
faithfully liberal
remarkably kind,
spiritually lenient
exceptionally charitable
massively tolerant
conflict free
purely carefree.

Childlike mentality
innocent, trusting,
seeking hospitality
lucent thinking.
Peace is never ever
second guessing
there’d be clever
deeds ever deceitful;
when there’s peace
all acts are truthful;
all is authentic
genuine, real.
like the Velveteen Rabbit
who became at peace
once he became real.
Peace is harmony
relating in accord
never feeling discord
what a lovely place
to be
when making peace
an essential
fundamental base
to perpetuate
to nurture
to promulgate
in one’s future.
Peace is love
love is peace
becoming one.
are one,
living in peace.

© Cheryl-Lynn – originally written October 26, 2013

Dungeon Prompts – Week 11: Peace – Just a Word? What does it mean to you?