Retreat

head to toes
bowed low
to the rhythm of the singing bowl
stretch out
hear the silent monologue.

(14 March 2015)

Silence

Missing our
conversations
in between the hours
of waking and sleeping -
You are miles away.

(10 March 2015)

100 days

Grief
like the ebb of tides -
through highs and lows,
springs and neaps.

Hurry me not
my Grief.
Wisdom whispers -
beware, the drowning thief.

Take one humbly at a time,
of the hundred disquieting days -
and in silence embrace
the presence of His Grace.

(9 March 2015)

Remembering

She picked one up
yellowed, and frayed,
the faces smiled back
in faded shades of gray.

The photographs
dusty and aged,
the memories within
lost like ashes in the wind.

(6 March 2015)

Blessings unto you

If, in the stars
and grains of sand
lies truth and honesty,
You, are the speck
that glows soft and warm
right through my soul
tonight.

(4 March 2015)

Waiting

the Book -
waiting, waiting,
under the soft light by the bedside.

whispers -
read me, read me,
like a jingle playing in her head.

see here -
it's Faith, come, come
I have stories to tell you tonight.

will you -
sit by my side
and let not the hour be your guide.

(3 March 2015)

Wabi-Sabi

wabi sabi
the fragrance of tea
in the fading light.

(2 March 2015)

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Notes:-

Wabi-sabi (侘寂) represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection. The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete". It is a concept derived from the Buddhist teaching of the three marks of existence (三法印 sanbōin), specifically impermanence (無常 mujō), the other two being suffering (苦 ku) andemptiness or absence of self-nature (空 kū).

Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wabi-sabi

The Japanese view of life embraced a simple aesthetic
that grew stronger as inessentials were eliminated
and trimmed away. - Architect Tadao Ando

Link: http://nobleharbor.com/tea/chado/WhatIsWabi-Sabi.htm

Monologue

How careless
the unguarded mind fuels
a monologue
of constant narrative in her head.
An emotional roller coaster
on an endless loop
going nowhere ...
   ... nowhere ...

(1 March 2015)

The silent storm

The rain came down in fierce torrents
beating hard upon the leaves
and petals
splashing onto the terracotta tiles
as if bent
on washing away
the grief of three days past.

(1 March 2015)