holiday in haiku

will the rain become
snow, falling softly in time
for christmas morning?

my little one asks
she'd have it no other way
it's top on her list

this morning she sang
in choir with hands and fingers
silent night in signs

we offered standing
ovations with feathery
fingers, light as snow

silver bells and colored lights
pale beside the glow of this quiet song

to you dear reader, deep gratitude

Thanks-for-giving

A morning walk with
soft sunlight on green grasses
a lake of living

Lover singing in
the foreground of the day
happiness contagious

Tom calling early
sweet gratitude for that call
on this Wednesday

Silly am I for
discerning the calls today
are more love filled

Spacious is mood
Tender the blue with creamed clouds
Dancing like they do

When might we walk again?
When might we rest in the grasses?
To watch the sky a while?

Possibility: Possibility is all that can be. There is possibility beyond what seems reasonable, predictable, comfortable, or attainable.

Responsibility: Being responsible leaves people at the source of their lives, at choice, and able to act effectively.

Integrity & Well-Being: Integrity and Well-Being are the foundation to having a life or business that works. Fundamental to integrity are completion and authenticity. Fundamental to well-being is self-care.

Essence: People have a pure, essential nature. Operating from this place, people create extraordinary relationships and unprecedented results in their lives.

Love: Love is what exists naturally within and between people. Removing the barriers to the experience of this love profoundly alters the quality of people's lives.

It's been a melt in your mouth
kind of day and I'd take a second helping.

Haiku

Evening alone
Moon rapidly growing ripe
Blueberries in season

Poised to pick berries
Come the cool morning
I'll pluck down the moon

What dreams come this night
I'll net like butterflies
And extend two palms

Palms that hold nectar
Palms to rest upon a while
Palms to take flight from

A drumsound rises on the air, it's throb my heart

You dance inside my chest where no one sees you

But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art

There are no separating distances here

This is love's sanctuaryThis is how the soul looks

Rub your eyes and look again at love, with love

~ Rumi

noctural wanderings

embracing graceful
abilities to again
pen haiku as breath

and when I think slow
will it blossom again?
i can only hope so

at the park today
children amassed woodchip piles
boys against the girls

something is brewing
can you feel it in the air?
conspires, keeps me up

old friend wrote today
"lovely to hear from me"
oh that they replied!

sleeping strongly advised
why the resistance?
i might miss something!

love keeps me company
it's sleeping in the other room
seven years of it

what kind of day comes
tomorrow? i suppose one
as precious as today

i walk in circles with myself
knowing that for all of spring's blossoms that may birth fruit
where butterflies or bees stopped to bless them
there are moons that must wax and wane
before the harvest time

and the moon will not be rushed

what is
is

and i do not question it
i simply live it

or try to
to the best of my
capacity

what is it that matters most?

i.
that i was transparent like clear water
simply in the flow of the water
never resisting
the great rocks of what is before me
that i must simply navigate through
where i can't go through the rocks
though i may soften their edges
over time and with persistence
both fierce and gentle

ii.
my human moments
are like the stray shards
chipped and flying all ways
as the sculptor cuts away
at the stone
committed to revealing
the essence and form within
till i am but a pile of shards and dust

iii.
i am
somewhere in the nowhere
all and no-thing
i am not the shards and remnants
nor am i the stone the sculptor begins with
i look forward to the day
i am but a pile of dust and shards
add water
once again i am fresh clay

can you love this the rest of the days?

Excerpt from a Letter from Mira:

As we sow seeds of love this spring, let's embrace and love all that arises.

LOOK AT LOVE
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love

look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life

why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend

why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how unknown merges into the known

why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last

look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs

look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once

the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together

look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox

you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me

be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don't get mixed up with bitter words

my beloved grows
right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be.-

RUMI

ghazal number 2381,
translated March 9, 1992
by Nader Khalili.

Note from the Universe

If you could live this life over, Deborah, would you still want there to be the same challenges?
Loaded question, huh?

Yeah, you cherry-picked each and every one. And you knew exactly what you were doing.
In awe of you -

The Universe

Without Why

Well, without why
the world becomes easier to navigate
doing what one does
for no other reason
than one chooses to

No Why.

Know Why?

When I don't need to know why then I know I am on to something!

Bliss my companion