Writing with Gibran - Dreams - August 31, 2014

We are nearing the end of the month of August and coming to the close of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai's daily meme dedicated to "Sea and Foam" .... This post is dedicated to dreams:

[...] "How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?" [...]

[...] "The flowers of spring are winter’s dreams related at the breakfast table of the angels". [...]

[...] "I would not be the least among men with dreams and the desire to fulfill them, rather than the greatest with no dreams and no desires".[...]

Chevrefeuille's Haiku

breakfast with angels

as spring is starting after the cold -

flowering trees

© Chèvrefeuille

after the dark winter

cherry trees are blooming again

Ah! what a joy!

© Chèvrefeuille

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a child's dream
on tarmack in colored chalk
a happy home

in feathered beds
the rich dream of their riches
dragons far away

the Earth's dreams
brightly colored spring flowers
a bee's reality

no dreams or desires
fulfilled in awakened void
zen monk happily walks

 © G.s.k. '14

Writing with Gibran -Traveller - 28 August, 2014

Today's post on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai dedicated to "Sea and Foam" by Khalil Gibran is a fascinating post on traveller par excellance, nomads.  I would really rccomend you take a look at Chèvrefeuille's creation. Magnificent!

[...] "A traveler am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul". [...] "Sea and Foam"

a new journey

along the roads of God's Creation

seeking the truth within

seeking the truth within

the road like the Honeysuckle (*) bush

a new journey

© Chèvrefeuille

I've waited too long
the road calls to me .. come home
 endless winding trails

one step at a time
the road leads the traveller
unto herself

time to pack her bags
her nomadic soul calls
the trail - her home

an illusion
the traveller never remains
no roots to hold her down

©  G.s.k. '14

Writing With Gibran - Flame . August 26, 2014

From Sea and Foam ... Carpe Diem Haiku Kai inspires us with this quote:

[...] "I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the other part". [...]

But I'll add another quote:

 Pvt. Jack Bell:
Love. Where does it come from? Who lit this flame in us? No war can put it out, conquer it. I was a prisoner. You set me free.    "The Thin Red Line"

ardent heartbeats
consume hatred leaving love
flaming sunrise

the flame of knowledge
burining in a young man's heart
a cawing crow

innocence consumed
the flames of reality
on the soldiers tomb

bells ringing
the flame of faith
the doves flutter skywards

©  G.s.k. '14

Writing with Gibran - Tolerance - August 25, 2014

Strange how things coincide sometimes.  This morning I wrote a quatrain wordle  on my WordPress blog about "intolerance" through the voice of a Morisco after the Spanish final conquest of all of Spain under King Philip.

So today I write this post for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai inspired by the quote chosen by Chèvrefeuille from "Sea and Foam":

[...] " Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness". [...]

Now on first reading this I stopped up short .. haughtiness?  And then I reflected a little and had to agree that even tolerance can at times be taken too far.  I think for example of the terrible things that happen in the world ... the killing,  religious fanaticism or just tolerating someone mistreating us in our life.

Just think of this haiku by Chèvrefeuille:

melting snow
the tears of a child
crystal truth

© Chèvrefeuille

a woman lies broken
beaten by her drunk husband
a family affair

bombs over Gaza
a child's broken body
blow flies swarm

they shout from pulpits
egging their followers
in the name of God
to bear arms and burn enemies
throughout the entire globe

we tolerate hate
and call this "love thy neighbor"
haughty ignorance

 

Writing with Gibran - Walls - August 21, 2014

This is the quote from Khalil Gibran found on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai that inspires today's post:

[...] "After all this is not a bad prison; but I do not like this wall between my cell and the next prisoner’s cell; Yet I assure you that I do not wish to reproach the warder not the Builder of the prison".[...]

[...] "Sadness is but a wall between two gardens". [...]

From "Sea and Foam"

This is Chèvrefeuille's inspired haiku:

tearing down the walls

giving room to wild flowers

to color the earth

© Chèvrefeuille

surrounding walls
one bright tiny window
reality beyond

carefully built walls
inside the prisoner waits
light beckons

beacon of light
window in a dark room
looking beyond walls

experience
 massive impregnable walls
swallows fly freely

©  G.s.k. '14

Writing With Gibran - Wings - August 16, 2014

An early prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai for this "Sean and Foam" quote:

[...] "How heedless you are when you would have men fly with your wings and you cannot even give them a feather". [...]

[...] "Seven centuries ago seven white doves rose from a deep valley flying to the snow-white summit of the mountain. One of the seven men who watched the flight said, "I see a black spot on the wing of the seventh dove". "Today the people in that valley tell of seven black doves who flew to the summit of the snowy mountain". [...]

[...] "They say to me, "A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush." But I say, "A bird and a feather in the bush is worth more than ten birds in the hand." Your seeking after that feather is life with winged feet; nay, it is life itself". [...]

upon the wings of sleep
magnificent dreams visit
the weary traveller

currents and wind
the birds travel through the air
on fragile wings

angel wings flutter -
walking in a dark tunnel
two bats play tag

invisible wings
the chaff flies on the wind stream
propagating life

tiny winged creatures
hopping on river water
ephemeral gnats

© G.s.k. '14

Writing With Gibran - Trees . August 16, 2014

Here's todays quote from "Sea and Foam" on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai:

 

[...] "Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness". [...]

[...] "If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees". [...]

rustling leaves
the trees gossip with the wind
at lake Garda

tall sentinels
guarding the park's entrance
except for the wind

towering cypress
all along the shaded lane
a Tuscan farm house

a wooded garden
in the centre a fountain
wood nymph's paradise

G.s.k. '14

Writing with Gibran - Truth - August 12, 2014

Today, as you can see in the title for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai we read quotes by Khalil Gibran about truth:

[...] "I am ignorant of absolute truth, but I am humble before my ignorance, and therein lies my honor and my reward". [...]

[...] "Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it, but it divides us from truth". [...]

[...] "Should you care to write (and only the saints know why you should) you need to have knowledge of the art and magic of the music of words, the art of being artless and the magic of loving your readers". [...]

[...] "When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty". [...]

From "Sand and Foam" 

American Sentence

The moon in the pond,  an illusion,  like truth in ideology.

Misty education sometimes dims pure unadultereated truth.

 © G.s.k. '14

American Haiku 

 

one man's vision
truth or illusion
often beautiful lies

truth
elusive commodity
 illusory world

the honest man
wary of inner truth
seeks out his ignorance

© G.s.k. '14

Writing With Gibran - "Forest" - August 7, 2014

Today for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai's month of Gibran, I'm going to be inspired by the following lines Whilst reflecting on Managua Qunn's Ghost Writer Post:

[...] "We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words. Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds of our yesterdays?" [...]

This is Chèvrefeuille's Haiku

 listen to the wind
that moves through the forests -
buzzing mosquitos

© Chèvrefeuille

oneiric forest
wind whispering through the trees
cicada concert

raindrops glistening
oneiric morning light
the forest whispers

sea and forests
 shadows of existence
meditation

Writing with Gibran - Mist - August 2, 2014

 

 

Today again we look at "Sea and Foam" at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai please follow the link to read the interesting prompt!

Here's the verse by Gibran for today:

[ ...] Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it, and look, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it, there was nothing but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.[...]

A lovely verse, which reminds me of  Zen - I'll paraphrase it here: Before satori, the mountains were the mountains and the lakes were lakes ... After satori, the mountains were  mountains and the lake was a lake ...

the mist hiding life
from worm to bird to man
the song was sweet

walking in the woods
mist hides life's reality
sweet nature's song

©  G.s.k. '14