contemplative time
spent with poetry frames the
artworks of our livesSRM – MM Haiku 76 Day 106
Tag: contemplation
Festivals
a friend and I watch
out for daily festivals –
here is one of themSRM – MM Haiku 74 Day 104
Adventing
a human infant
is the poem carolled then
there and today hereSRM – MM Haiku 73 Day 103
Why poetry?
why poems? – magic! –
both my questions and answers
are found in each oneSRM – MM Haiku 72 Day 102
Carriage return
letters tapped out on
the pages of our lives spell out
our stories slowlySRM – MM Haiku 71 Day 101
Healthy complexion
only look up and
the grey pallour in your cheeks
is warmed and transformedSRM – MM Haiku 69 Day 99
Hourglass benefits
first we run around
before calming, quieter –
the better to learnSRM – MM Haiku 68 Day 98
Yet to be
we are drawn by the
moon like ocean tides to all
we are yet to beSRM – MM Haiku 64 Day 94
Only now
often here before
but never seen like this nor
to be seen thus moreSRM – MM Haiku 58 Day 88
Creative imagination
Whose the artistic
imagination that wrought
starlit universe?SRM – MM Haiku 40 Day 70
Fireside silence
fireside silence brings
opportunities for warm
deep contemplationSRM – MM Haiku 29 Day 59
Delivered
Some joys that come to our doorsteps, inevitably, outshine others. Perhaps because some such joys carry a particular measure of comfort. Something along the lines of – no matter how awful things may appear at times, this life is full of so much richness and goodness that we cannot help but tumble into the kind of response that is the very name of this treasury of awe and wonder. Devotions.
Hollowed out
Can even a little peace be breathed into human existence today?
Can a willed intention for light amid the darkness of the present world’s confusion and fear, grief, haplessness and hopelessness make the slightest difference? Do my prayer, contemplation and meditation heal or illuminate anything beyond my soul at all?
I don’t know.
Only that I must pray, contemplate and meditate. The not knowing facilitates kinship with the millions most desperately in need of peace-light (and food, drink, safety and shelter) tonight. And I have a pervading feeling that if hollowed-out humanity were ever able to surrender some of its ‘knowing’ to accepting and tolerant living, we might yet thrive and grow within the embrace of Wisdom – way deeper and beyond the confining walls of religious houses and capitols.
Wishful thinking? OK. But today I heard a seven-year-old girl bombed out of her home and frightened beyond any measure of decency, thanking those who have shown an interest in her story. Yes. I wish. I wish. I wish.
The know-all will make nothing great again, at all.
Unfathomable
PPP – Poetry, prose, and photography. Three inspiring gifts for which I’m grateful every day. I wouldn’t want to be without any of them. Each shows me something of past, present and future.
Memory, life now, and what may be to come.
Today I am entranced and inspired by this elemental image. A young Buddhist monk, playing as any girl or boy might, in water. I’ve returned to it on and off all day. A bowl of water poured to silver swirl, overflowing and returned to source. Unfathomable tranquillity.
PPP – bedrock for vivacity and contemplation.