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Haiku # 680

Pierre Mhanna4 Comments

Drenched in mist
my heart is a landscape
of eternal longing

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Long after we parted
her perfume lingered
on my trembling hand

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Moon in the window
the sound of my heart
breaking before dawn

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Still caught in my throat
the words I dared not say
at her funeral

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Buddhas in the snow…
their bald heads wet
with dreams of summer

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Thawing snow…
the Buddha’s head dripping
with dreams of summer

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The high mountain…
climbing to a world
of wind and mist

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All the women I loved
in my memory they bear
the image of your face

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In my secret life
I find her beauty
in everything I see

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…اسمها
حتى شعري لا يقوى
على كتابته

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A Prayer

Pierre Mhanna1 Comment

Like salt crystals in your hair
Breathing the vastness of the ocean,
Like snowflakes upon your cheeks
Melting to a teary, pure passion,
Like eyes of jasmine in your eyes
Bathing in scent divine all colours,
Like the moon upon your lips
Weaving a wall of light in eyes,
Like autumn’s red rivers from your palms
Streaming fire leaves in evening skies,
Like spirals of smoke from your mouth
Censing to silence a world unbound —
Your love, madness weaved within madness,
Your love, poetry’s red sun reciting from heights,
Your love, a listening eye piercing hearts to life,
Your love, an unequivocal desire to drown, to rise,
Your love, a deep forest where a single leaf falls,
Your love, a lake reflecting the deep face of heart.

Letter, January 28, 2018

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Poetry has delivered me into the intuition of her light – She is God’s divine light shining through me. I feel her and I feel into the heart of being. And the words that then arise are like the foam rising from that experience, her in me, me taken into her. That is how it feels in my heart. And so poetry whispers – light is what we are. Words are like veils lifting, leaving us in the embrace of the naked experience underneath. The more we open to the experience, the light, the more our words change and deepen. I exist as this act of deepening into this light. This, for me, is poetry. And the light is her; the radiance of the divine.