Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Sitting Quietly, Being Receptive: Receptivity and Creativity Rhyme

Every day
early morning,
sitting in the living room,
reading the Lesson,
sipping coffee,
being still,
and often,
the Haiku come.

On composing a Haiku
Wild exactitude
five-seven-five, exactly
wild imaginings

Pine branches, bouncing
like dog tails wagging with joy
“Good Morning” to you

Wings of glass angel
hanging in Eastern window
catching morning sun

Skylight, pale blue sky
Wispy, cottony clouds pass
moving so swiftly

A crispy brown leaf
strangely caught in the updraft,
swirls towards Heaven

Light snow, overnight
sunlight attempting to pierce
marshmellowed skylight

Black limbs, layered snow
Bird lands, “Poof,” white crystals fall
miniature storm

Twenty degrees, rain
Forcing the snow from the leaves
raindrops and snow flakes 

“port,” harbor; “tune,” fortunate
sailing in, fair wind

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