Haiku # 654

The beauty of her face…
to simply gaze at her
peace enters my heart

~

Autumn evening…
to the candlelight I watch
the beauty of her face

Tanka # 195

Journeying through forests
and mountain trails,
the haikus I once wrote, I find,
pebbles on the ground,
leaves in the wind.

Tanka # 194 | Haiku # 653

On my birthday
the barber trimming
the white of my years

~

On my birthday
I only wish for my heart
to remain soft enough
to crown its poetry
with a wreath of tears

October 26

Tanka # 193 | Haiku 652

بعد اللقاء
في منتصف الليل
أشمّها في شعري وثيابي…
رائحة البخور
المحترق في فمها

~

الدخان في فمها
بخورٌ يناجي
معبد الاله

Haiku # 651

Sans besoin d’écrire
dans ses yeux s’achève
le poème de ma vie

~

Autumn advances…
thicker each morning
the honey in the pot

Tanka # 192

On my table at night
from amid the pages of my book
a crackling sound rises;
a fireplace burning
with the ink of longing.

~

Her breath
a flower
unfolding its petals
inside the womb
of his touch

~

The fog is rising;
with dew on my clothes
I keep walking,
following the path
wherever it would go…

What It Means To Touch Her

My thoughts
my breath
my words
melt into her
and I touch her
silently
where she has never
been touched;
I touch her heart
I touch her soul
I light a fire in her blood;
I welcome her darkness,
I embrace her light
and I feel her in my heart
growing deeper than the earth
shining brighter than the sun;
I take her everything,
her past, present, and I future,
and I give her the gift
of my masculine heart:
I open her to God,
I open her to life,
and in that connection
I become a man
living his days
to the fullness of his heart.