Wandering Thought # 114

The thing which affects artists more acutely than regular people is how greatly they feel the weight of loneliness. This weight is so tyrannical that they seek out many ways to shed it, mainly through their creative impulse. But it is a process which never succeeds, for, apart from the momentary orgiastic feeling in the moment that art is expressed and in which the artist jumps out of himself, the loneliness returns. Art and artistic expression deepen the feeling of loneliness through time, but it is not a loneliness which severs and isolates the artist from his or her surrounding, on the contrary, it enables a greater and more intense and attentive form of relationship with nature and life. Loneliness is a weight that constructs painfully through many many years, but it strips to the bones and makes the artist shine in the light of their truth. Blessed are the lonely who turn their loneliness into art.

Haiku # 698

Unfinished poem…
at dusk I sit watching
a leaf in the wind

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Loneliness –
without it I’d be
just a face in the crowd

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Moonflower
her body in my bed
burning softly

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Sous la lune d’été
sa peau nue sauf
de la chaleur de ses baisers

تحت ضوء القمر
بشرتها العارية الا
من حرارة قبلاته

Summer moon…
her bare skin covered
in the warmth of his kiss

Haiku # 689

The rain is falling…
in silence we sit
listening to the rain

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كالتائهِ في الليل
بين الكلماتِ أتبع الضو
 الات من بعيد

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Winter evening –
in my heart the slow burn
old memories…

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Everyone have left
the road of my life
deepens into the sunset

I lost my sister to cancer on February 03, 2015. This week the doctor told me that my mother’s cancer is terminal, and that her life expectancy is a few months at best.