Invisible hands
swirling the currents of air –
tallest tree bows first



droplets spiraling,
dancing towards mother earth –
gratefully she drinks

Outside my window

At TPS they gave us a prompt to write three Haiku poems about three things you can see outside at the moment of writing.  Here is mine:

Vertical slats shows
freedom on the other side –
pieces of blue sky.

Scattered building tops,
places we go to learn things –

Clouds ring mountaintop,
every morning covered –
as if sleeping in

The seed

I clench my fingers together, curling my hand into a ball. Unclenching my fingers again I look down at my hand. A tiny seed lies in the middle of my palm, slightly rolling as I tilt my hand. It is the most magnificent thing I have ever seen, a seed so beautiful that its hard to describe. Despite its size its surface reflects every color you would ever encounter, off it. Its translucent beauty draws one closer to it, draws me closer. I want to keep it for myself. It would look beautiful preserved in a see-through locket. Everyone would be able to see the beauty I posess. I would share its beauty by displaying it in splendour. If I carry it around my neck, everyone who wanted could catch a glimpse as I haste by.

“You’ve got to let it go” His words brought me back from my thoughts.
Puzzled I reply: “But I just got it. Why should I let it go?”
“Search inside your heart, when you find the truth, you will understand.”

His eyes was sad when he said that, somehow I got the feeling that he knew what I was thinking and I felt ashamed at my selfishness. I realized that I had a difficult choice to make. I wondered what I should do. “What is the purpose of a seed?” The question popped into my head. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. I knew what he meant when he said I had to let go.

In soft fertile ground,
A seed of hope is planted –
Multiplying soon

with sepia insight

Sepia Black eyed susans

Thanks to Kala, for allowing me to use her pictures as inspiration. This photo links to her blog.

Sometimes when the world seems harsh and it feels like the sunlight shines too brightly in my unprotected eyes, I tone it down a bit until I find a new light that can softly caress my hurting eyes. Its not that I don’t like the colours or their vibrancy, but sometimes the information just gets too much, crowding my imagination and overwhelming my senses. So would you allow me to just sit down and close my eyes to imagine a new kind of beauty? The beauty that can be found in the simplicity of things.

With colors toned down,
this new sepia insight,
might change perspectives
and we could perceive this life
in a multitude of ways.

So I want to invite you to my side and we could share this beauty, it’s not about being alone. I’d take your hand and tell you the truth, simple as that. Together we can believe in simplicity, so wont you listen to my words?

I love the colors –
these flowers that you gave me,
they tell our story.

You know, I wish I could forget all the horrible things for good, but I know that remembrance come as soon as I open my eyes again. This is just a flight of fantasy, though beautiful, I think. So allow me to lose myself in this moment right here.

Sepia insight,
it might not last till morning,
lets live this moment.