(g) The sound of a meditation bell November 8, haibun (11.8)

The sound of a meditation bell November 8, haibun

What happens when people open their hearts?”…
“They get better.
~ Haruki Murakami

Many years ago I walked willingly into a yoga class.
The sessions ran for about eight weeks. I had gone
with a friend. The were held in a room that had once
been part of a carriage house. Now entrusted to the
local park the building and room was used for many
things. I remember it was a cold room. After the moves
were completed there was a quiet lights out time, when
a bell was rung to start and end a soothing meditation
period. One forgot discomforts, at least I did.

openings are gifts
different beginnings that
are endless moments

©JP/dh

Thirty days of nembutsu

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(g) mixed short verse/ Paces (9.3)

Paces
(pi ku, Elfje, tau ku, Elfje, haiku/haibun)

neighborly
we
compare stories

Of
The fences
We need to
Build for our own
Protection

from the few who will not
play fair
ignoring moral grounds –

Finally
Stop their
Foul play when
The tables get turned
Around

willow bending teaches
tolerance, aids survival;
even with blind eyes

©JP/dh

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(g) Game Sky (haibun Elfje) (9.1)

Game Sky
(haibun Elfje)

During my morning walk
I spy the hawk chasing
A vulture away.

I did not realize how much
Bigger the vulture was…
Out of the two birds of prey

There up on Pheasant Hill
I can only wonder if
Any pheasants remain…

*****
Who
Will dominate
The September sky?
Two vultures, one hawk –
Soar

©JP/dh

Note: actually no pheasants remain because a few years back there was
an avian flu of some kind which more or less wiped them out. There are plenty
of small critters up in the woods on the hill – I’m sure enough for all the large birds…

Also note: I went and looked at silhouettes both birds and they don’t look all that different to me.
But the hawk seemed twice as small, maybe it was a juvenile.

 

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(g) Stir Crazy? (7.10)

Stir Crazy?
(a haibun)

One batter, split
For oatmeal cookies
He wanted cranberries and mini coco chips
She only wanted the chocolate

There was enough to send home
A bag for him, a bag for her
(to share with Mommy and Daddy)
And some extra for the neighbor

A long day soon to end –
Started with a walk
As well as ended with one.
And now I’m done in…

I did learn though
That this was the one-hundredth day
That I’ve been with my exercise ‘program’
And received some bonus points

where have I been and
where shall I go – to the moon
and maybe I’ll return

©JP/dh

(My ‘program’ is mainly just walking – since starting almost at the beginning of April I’ve logged 2,005,247 steps, climbed 3454 floors (or have gone up steep inclines – the hills in my neighborhood or actual stair flights), and have traversed 850.4 miles.)

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(g) Stella’s Spring Pass… (3.15)

Observing 15
Stella’s Spring Pass…
(haibun)

We ‘lucked out’ as it were only getting a bit more than a third of what was
predicted in snow. But the wintery mix of ice made up in grief for the loss in
total amount. And then of course we all in our little suburban slice of live
pulled together to help each other.

The larger snow blowers that could handle the ice…their drivers just kept
going…clearing walkways and driveways of elderly and housebound. And
some folk with more muscle; They too with shoveled extra.

I felt like I’d walked more miles yesterday than all the week before just going
walking back and forth on my drive trying to figure out where to put the shovels
and bricks of ice-mix-snow chunks I’d carved out. I did pace myself. I was out
four or five different times since six-thirty am. So my travels took me to an early
evening; retiring at six pm.

This morning we have some delays – and the city is still in a bit of a fix and has most
things are still shut down – since the streets are nigh impossible to pass, they’ve
got to haul out the snow in trucks (I think…that’s what they did last time anyway).

just a little stiff
from hopefully the last ‘snow’
of this odd winter

©JP/dh

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BE31 October 2016 wp

BE31: A Part or Apart

We all wonder during slow times,
Or at least I know I do… if I have done enough –
Those who are close can let us know by allowing us in their life.
And that… is, could be, should be… enough –
Yet for those who are further, the distance is like a maze;
Each twist and turn takes us further – and our efforts seem, not enough –
How whole can we be when our reach, our grasp, our hopes
Seem like never enough?

remembering that
an unbroken circle ‘is’
has to be ‘enough’

©JP/dh

Wholeness

We are all connected in the unbroken circle of life.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber (in no particular order)

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BE30 October 2016 wp

BE30: Receptive Reel

find the time dusk or dawn
include an interlude, let drift any alibi
forego excuses, go in between
the reality of thought, focus your third eye;
yearn …yen for the true you…

senses allow us
to gain perspective when the
sun kisses our face

©JP/dh

Grounding

When life overwhelms us, it is time to get outside and
touch the earth to ground ourselves, reestablishing our
essential unity with nature.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber (in no particular order)

reel; as in the music of dancing in and for life

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