For day 11, love talk.
You – tanka
The moon it seemed had
lit up the wings of the wind
pale ebullience
but my soul knows it is You.
Everywhere I go it’s You.
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Category God
Creative February 19 – Passion of Christ
(written as a collection of haiku)
from near and afar
they all came to hear you speak
tempestuous words
smouldering coals they fell
into hearts devoid of hope
setting them afire
little by little
there grew a conflagration
of souls impassioned
souls awakened
powerful force, rulers realised
they had you killed
but you unquenched
like a forest fire spread
your love blazing bright
from heart to heart
burning away the dross
leaving only love
showing us all
that to be Christ-like is
love, nothing but love
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Journey to India
deep within my soul
an ancient guru whispers oft
Brahman you are
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Carpe Diem prompt – Journey to India
The bleating sheep
the river flows placid
clattering over the pebbles
as cicadas tone down
their fervid cadences
and quieten for the night
on a tiny patch of farm
across the road
a sheep bleats into the night
I worry about it,
is it thirsty? is it hurt?
it strikes me as odd
that I worry about a sheep
while in parts of the world
people die of hunger
and children get robbed
of their souls
bit by bit day after day
by abuse
I keel over with helplessness
by the enormity of it all
“answer me, you answer me”
I beseech an unseen God
“surely there must be a reason”
‘you tell me’ he retorts right back
“why human beings are so intent
on hurting one another.
why do they lock up the love
that is their real nature
and embrace fear, you tell me”
I keel over in defeat
silenced into submission
by the stark truth of it
“maybe your creation is flawed
maybe you wired us all wrong”
I use a rallying point
“maybe you prefer to be blind
else why would you court darkness
when you are in reality
nothing but pure beings of light”
“so how do we begin to see?”
“stop thinking and just be
realise who you are really”
I am floored by the simplicity of it
The sheep has stopped bleating
the cicadas are quiet
a resplendent full moon
admires its shimmering image
on the singing rippling water
Just Joyfulness 