Haiku study

The gull
giving loneliness
sound.

ALEXIS ROTELLA

Loneliness is a universal feeling, we are born alone and we spend a life time trying to find ways to feel connected. Haiku is often a medium to express universal feelings, a way to express our cry. Haiku is also a way to connect with nature and with a higher power. Possibly the answer to loneliness?

It’s a life time quest. Loneliness changes form as we journey through life. Find your way to face loneliness and you will develop a strength that will be with you for a life time.

Finding ways to create a deep meaningful relationship with the natural world and a higher power, has helped many to be centered and find their inner strength. We let the business of the world, of keeping up, of finding our careers, our soul mates, of connecting with others, to keep us from doing the inner work.

Each time you hear the call, turn inside and do the real work. Let the challenge transform you.

In the mountain village
The wind rustles the leaves.
Deep in the night, the deer
Cry out beyond the edge of dreams.

MINAMOTO NO MOROTADA

Vicki, Oct 17, 2009

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On an Island

Hello Everyone!

I have been writing poetry, coaching people in transition, using poetry in coaching and living the poetic life. Finding my Inner Peacock has brought wonderful things in my life. I have been living on an Island for the last 3 weeks. It is a beautiful place and I will be posting from here. I live right on the sea and am surrounded by rain forest and mountains.

The seashore is a sort of…advantageous point to which to contemplate this world…. The waves forever rolling to the land are too far-traveled and untamable to be familiar. We do not associate the idea of antiquity with the ocean, nor wonder how it looked a thousand years ago…for it is equally wild and unfathomable always….The ocean is wilderness reaching around the globe.
Cape Cod, The Sea and the Desert, 1855; Henry David Thoreau

Find inspiration in this moment.

Vicki Oct 16 2009

See the new post under Finding your Inner Peacock October 24 2009

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Comments on poetry

Comments on Poetry

I would like to share some experiences around poetry that I have had. I attended the Gerald B Dodge Poetry Festival some 10 plus years ago for the first time and I was completely overcome with the sounds of poetry, the voice of the poets, the impact of poems on emotions and thoughts and the interaction of the poet with the audience.

I brought home lots of books of poetry and read them often. But, some thing was missing. I have narrowed it down to three things, which are: 1) hearing the words out loud, hearing the human voice as part of the process of experiencing a poem. 2) finding poems that spoke to me, that they were in a language that I could relate to and 3) sharing the experience of poetry with others.

When I started writing my own poetry and sharing it with others I was able to give voice to my words and set them free. My poems often satisfy a need for simplicity that I often have and I understand that my poems might not speak to anyone else but what I do hope to do is inspire you to find poetry that does speak to you, whether from others or from inside your own heart and soul.

The white bird has flown
My heart still feels a presence
Watching the branch sway

Darkness absorbs us
Even silence has a sound
Everyone has heard

Cold mixed with light
Across the blue and shadowed snow
My thoughts linger there

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Unfold Your Own Myth Essay

Unfold Your Own Myth

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

Who lets a bucket down and brings
up a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?

Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
And opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there’s a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.

But don’t be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes the moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,
lifting.

Rumi

Essay
I dreamed I was a swan trying to take off from a lake and woke just as I was lifting into the air and as I woke I was left with the thought that it is quite difficult to leave the water and enter the air. I was exhausted from the effort and my arms ached. It was not long after this dream that I read this poem by Rumi. When you try and strive to be out of the way it has always been, when you go after your dreams, it may indeed be heavy and difficult but once you lift up and out of the past, you will find your future, you will find a path forward that feels like flying.

Awaken to the beauty which is your life. The heavy steps and the light ones.
Sometimes the encounter with beauty takes us out of ordinary boundaries, like the following poem. Enjoy and just let the words flow over you.

The Swan
Kabir

Swan, I’d like you to tell me you whole story!
Where you first appeared, and what dark sand you are going toward,
and where you sleep at night, and what you are looking for ……

It’s morning, swan, wake up, climb in the air, follow me!
I know of a country that spiritual flatness does not control, nor constant depression,
and those alive are not afraid to die.
There wildflowers come up through the leafy floor,
and the fragrance of “I am he” floats on the wind.
There the bee of the heart stays deep inside the flower,
and cares for no other thing.

Translated by Robert Bly

Vicki, March 25, 2009

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Early Japanese Poems and Haiku

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Early Japanese Poems

The mists rise over
The still pools at Suka.
Memory does not
pass away so easily.

Akahito

In a gust of wind the white dew
On the Autumn grass
Scatters like a broken necklace.

Bunya no asayasu

The River Izumi
Floods the plain of Mika.
Did I ever meet her?
Why do I long for her?

Fujiwara no go-kanesuke

Haiku Poetry

on a barren branch
a raven has perched –
autumn dusk

Basho

Dawn only the mountain sees me leave

George Swede

pausing
halfway up the stair –
white chrysanthemums

Elizabeth Searle Lamb

A poem to start your journey:

Unfold Your Own Myth

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

Who lets a bucket down and brings
up a flowing prophet? Or like Moses goes for fire
and finds what burns inside the sunrise?

Jesus slips into a house to escape enemies,
And opens a door to the other world.
Solomon cuts open a fish, and there’s a gold ring.
Omar storms in to kill the prophet
and leaves with blessings.

But don’t be satisfied with stories, how things
have gone with others. Unfold
your own myth, without complicated explanation,
so everyone will understand the passage,
We have opened you.

Start walking toward Shams. Your legs will get heavy
and tired. Then comes the moment
of feeling the wings you’ve grown,
lifting.

Rumi

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Release Your Inner Peacock

October 24th 2009

Using Creativity for Personal Development
Become a Change Master
Find Your Voice and
The Courage to Stand Out in a Crowd

Picture by Zahid Niaz

Picture by Zahid Niaz

We all have this, an inner peacock, waiting to be released. Your colors, your voice, your creativity. I think poetry read out loud into wind and to others helps this process. Being on this island, even the trees are talking to one another. Each leaf has a different sound in the wind and is accompanied by the surf. One can’t help but start to notice nature’s rhythm’s more, the color of the sky, the movement of the clouds, the shadows on the mountains, the placement of the moon. I take the time to match my breath with the tide of my surroundings. It brings a deep sense of belonging.

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quiet waters
time stands still in the sun
fish slip through the clouds

red sun early rise
the fisherman throw their nets
roosters are crowing

wind in the tree tops
be the living breathing earth
dancing through your day

Swirling waters crashing
Sea sounds running through my thoughts
Tangled in the white surf

Added Oct 25th 2009

Vicki, October 24th 2009

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