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


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


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


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.


walking warily
faith keeps her from falling
icy footpaths

walking warily
mindful of her goal
que sera sera

faith keeps her from falling
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


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


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

time (troibun)

Walking to work is just after lunch for most people since she starts her work in the afternoon. She tries to leave earlier than usual so she can take different streets and walk slowly noticing the homes and parks along the way. Of course in winter with ice caked on the sidewalks forces her to truly walk slowly.


snowbound park
abandoned for a season
trees snore silently

snowbound park
smoke curling in the air
scent of apple trees

abandoned for a season
bicycle by the lamppost
gnarled fender rusts

trees snore silently
robin sings softly
a lullaby


CDHK – The Piligrimage – “time”

A troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chèvrefeuille, at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, click here to learn more.

the road is our teacher (haibun)

I love this part of Coelho’s book. I can relate to the long journey of nine years studying to get my degree. And throughout that journey I learned so much more outside the classroom. I learned more about myself. I don’t think I would have become the person that I am if I would have crammed it all in three years full time.
Last summer I went on a road trip. Rather than take two days to drive to visit my family 600 Km away and continuing on another 200 km to relax by Lake Erie in a secluded village, I took four days to get to Lake Erie. I drove along the lake making the trip that much longer due to the route and having to drive slower since I was on a secondary route. I stopped at several places to sleep and met amazing people who have also traveled to many other countries.  Staying at Airbnb’s that were humble homes, at affordable prices, I was able to get a taste of real living in some of the towns, getting to know the residents of each place…feeling more connected than having stayed at motels or hotels.
Just like my last trip at the end of December, I traveled  to San Francisco only for two days before going on to a 4 day retreat in San José.   I walked for hours despite the rain by the water and revisited many places as well as discovered new finds.

history relived
walking along similar paths
inhaling new insights

The retreat in San José was another experience as well since I had never attended a retreat completely alone. Within minutes at the end of the token line, I met someone who became my guide, my mentor and my new friend throughout the four days there.

strangers on the path
coming together as one
seek Mother’s blessing
power of the mundane,
oh such meaningful lessons!


CDHK – The Pilgrimage – the road is our teacher

germe fragile (tanka)

semence mijote
bourgeon en douceur
patience d’ardeur
seulement au moment propice
épanouir en beauté


CDHK ~ Seed – The Pilgrimage

Mike Talbot put so much energy translating this, I decided to translate the thoughts here:

sprouting seed
budding ever gently
genuine patience
just, at the right moment
blossoming gracefully