Mother Nature Knows Best (Haibun)

My bare feet tickled by the coolness of the grass as I stood to admire the full moon. Today is the last day. It is at its fullest but, alas, there are clouds.  One can see why Mother Nature planned this for such simple beings as we are, how could we possibly grasp such a powerful and illuminating moon?  Yes, indeed, Mother Nature understood fully that part of this glow had to be draped by billows here and there.

The energy I inhaled looking up was quite imposing.  I took in only what I could…Mother Nature knows best.

© C.L.R. 2014

grey drapes

shade some of its magnitude

full moon

© Tournesol '14

© C.L.R. 2014

full moon

breathing energy in your

commanding presence.

© Tournesol '14

Carpe Diem #557 Full Moon

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/09/09

Tears of joy (haibun)

+Our host at  Haiku Shuukan  has given us another interesting prompt.  At "Sand and Foam" by Khalil Gibran,  there is a verse about “tears”:  [...] "There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea". [..   And the prompt this week is "Tears".

Here are two haiku, Chèvrefeuille, our host has written on tears.

with tears in my eyes
I see how the wind is ruining
fragile beauty

fragile beauty
a gust of wind tears apart
Cherry Blossoms

© Chèvrefeuille (2013)

 

I am easily brought to tears when I am sad as much as when I am happy or exposed to exquisite beauty. I cry when I am emotionally touched like when my children were born, when I assisted to the birth of our grandson, and when I was hugged by Amma at a retreat in July; I cry when I have to say goodbye or when I meet family or friends after a time we`ve been apart. So many reasons. I have blue eyes and just walking outside if it is sunny or a bit windy, if it is cold like in winter, my eyes just tear up.   My children used to watch  me whenever a movie got to a sad part to see when I would cry; I even cry at commercials...so there you have it, I am a cry baby still at my age:)  The most fun tears are those of joy and laughter, laughing until my tummy muscles hurt.

 

© C.L.R. June 1, 2014

 

oceans filled with tales

joys, pain and suffering, spark

salty tears

 

tears of joy

finally after seven years

our son is born.

 

 

our daughter sings

with her angelic peers

awe illicit tears

 

fragile blue eyes

shy away from blaring sun

tears in the wind.

 

tearing

as the sun sets

on the water

 

 

© Tournesol '14

 

Posted by Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2014/08/31

Haiku Shuukan #20, Tears