How do you remain
part of, yet remain apart
from, humanity?
How to love with no
attachment? Peace without us
and peace within us.
To see the wholeness
of each part unto itself
no matter how small.
Every thought becomes
a meditation, every
move becomes a dance
that manifests love
of all that is, will be, or
was, at the same time.
Petals grow and fall,
then re-manifest within
earth’s calm embrace.
#169
Hope springs eternal
Spring hopes are eternal too
That’s why we garden.
Though deer nibble shoots,
bugs skeletonize leaves and
aphids slurp plant juice,
late frosts breath icy death,
too much rain, or too little,
drown and parch in turn.
Quack grass strangles roots,
the wind sucks the soil dry,
and slugs vandalize.
Northern gardening
has it’s challenges, it’s true
but hope springs, Spring hopes.
#163
Truth is sometimes found
at the bottom of a glass
of apple cider,
where secrets bubble
to the surface and escape
to become desires.
and sensible plans
must defer to the longings
and dreams of the soul.
#162
Beginnings are hard.
No one cares about your plans,
begin, just begin.
Middles are harder.
Carry on carrying on
though no one watches.
Ends are hardest.
Knowing when to say ‘enough’,
rest, and start again.
The three hardest things,
beginning, middle, and end,
are all that matters.
#154
Perhaps art is just
the child of the Universe
drawing with crayons;
dance, her innocent
skipping to the beat of the
Universe’s heart;
music, her humming
in the darkness until sleep
crawls in beside her;
poetry, just her
crayons accidentally
forming random words.
#151
I have never heard
a better reason to wake
than the redwing’s song.
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Harken another
divine barrage, and a song,
the sweet tweet hovers.
#150
the second haiku is an anagram of the first while still holding to the 5-7-5 syllable form.
Between nest and ground
is where all birds learn to fly
by just letting go.
And in the free fall
all weight and fear drop away
and lose their power.
I will close my eyes,
spread my arms, and fly away
if you will come too.
And we will look down
on the fallen fear and weight
so far below us.
We will watch them shrink
as we wheel and soar higher,
like fledgling eagles
and we’ll wonder why
it took so long to let go
of the nest and fly.
#147
The webs I forswore
Between bottom and echo
Time tells few secrets
#130
as per Tony’s challenge to anagram a haiku… this is an anagram of the haiku “How to See”, posted as poem of the day #126
Sometimes life wobbles
Like reflections on water
Seen better with closed eyes.
#126
Favourite colour?
The colour that has returned
to your smiling face
Linda Studley 