Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Haiku U

Haiku U: 18 dragonflies over a lotus pond


© Copyright 2009 Timothy J Malone




  1. Out of a VisionQuest in the Desert come these patterns: Oct. 2008 near Moapa Indian Reservation, Valley of the Fire, NV







  1. Beyond the call to


“Taste” lies voice to go deeper:


Listen, red rock speaks.







  1. Golden Eagles fly


wide circles over (ponderosa) gnarled pines /tops;


one sound, wind through wings.


no sound, (but the) wind //shifts.







  1. Flecks of gold dancing !


Ah, Dragonfly wings -- reflecting


The(Hot) desert sun.




  1. Return from harrowing trip month in Asia” Haikus:


Two from the shores of the great River Phra, Bangkok, Nov. and December 2008:







  1. Watching the Lotus


I noticed truth: Bees stay and drink


from flower to live.


[ from flower//drink from its source//sup from its center .//bees know to drink there]







  1. Over Wat Po’s pond


Butterfly lands, wing expands


Unfolds,


majesty.










  1. Into the dark I


Sank, noise of another life


heard: Not your home now.







  1. Middle of night, awake -


To emptiness, silence –


Resist


filling


space.










  1. Unfolding life


Taking a different form;


What it is, don’t know


Yet.







  1. Still on sabbatical


Forget not: this time of spac-


-iousness feeds,


soul.







  1. Haiku from a hermitage deep: February 2009




  1. Spirit weaving the


Next forms; my task – to simply


Stay out of the way!







  1. So Quiet inside;


This new place, space, pace – is yours;


Welcome home, at last!







  1. Liquid Lava: Energy


flows – or It does not,


blocked; Love is the Same.





  1. In the sanctuary


Kept sacred, the silence,


Zen steward, Monk’s cell.







  1. Drink morning still-


ness – heart flutters – gentle me;


“no thing, we have to do.”







  1. After storms, inner and outer (from February hail to stomach flu wail):






  1. A storm settles in;
    Wracks siding and sinew, sweeps
    Out ... winter, purging.


  1. Silence: no words echo


here For hours.

Heart rests in still ness/ point.







  1. Transitions: from what


I’ve known -- a tunnel -- to new


Pastures, green and gold.







  1. “Take care of me, dear”


Speaks body. In sickness lies


Opportunity.





© Copyright 2009 Timothy J Malone







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