Haiku # 732

Spring morning…
a crow jumping
happily in the grass

صباحٌ ربيعي
حتى الغراب يقفذ
سعيداً في الأعشاب

One day I will touch you
and it will all make sense
in my heart

‏يوماً ما سألمسك
وعندها ستجد الحياة
معنىً في قلبي

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Haiku # 731

النمش في بشرتها
قصيدةٌ سكَبَها اللهُ
نبيذاً في جسدها

To the wind they fall…
white flowers in spring,
red leaves in autumn

‏الفاجِعة في عينيّ أمي
عمرها من عمر
موت أختي

‏في عصرِ موتِ الشعر
أكتبُ لأحيا
في أُغنيةِ عُصفور

The Sacred Longing

At the core of each of us
there is a sacred longing,
an ever burning flame
that quivers with divine light,
it is the restless source
ever pulling at our heart,
turning our pain and sorrow
into its own exquisite wine,
it is the voice of God
in a quiet moment,
it is the rose opening us
to the eternity of the sky.

There is a sacred longing at the core of each of us, it’s how God taps into our hearts, uniting us all through the grace of Love.

The Nest

A small bird
pecks the ground
looking for small twigs
to make its nest.

I, sitting close by,
reading my book,
wonder if I’m not doing the same,
searching amid the words
for little twigs
to make my own nest,
the nest that will warm
my soul and heart.

Yet I know,
no matter how far and deep
I search, no matter
the twigs I find
and the worded nests I build,
no nest will truly hold my soul
and keep my heart warm
as the palms of your hands
cupping my aging face,
as your love holding me
through this long life.

Haiku# 730

‏صباحٌ ربيعيّ
أينما ذهبت ترافقني
رائحة الياسمين

Spring morning rain…
I balance on the edge
of a soft, quiet dream

‏حياتي المُنعزلة
ورقةٌ بيضاء تنتظرُ
همساتْ الريح


My secluded life
a white paper awaiting
the whispers of the wind

Tanka# 217

When I pass away
what shall remain of me?
A word that flutters
here and there for a moment
then falls in the wind.

Spring Morning Rain

Spring rain,
its sudden fall
in the early morning
shakes all the orange blossoms
from their fragrant sleep,
and they wake to fill the air
with their orange breath
mixed with the scent of the earth
as it rises wet from the kiss
of the spring morning rain.

Haiku # 729

‏كأنّ في قلبي شمعةٌ
كلّما أغمضتُ عيناي
رأيتُ في نورِها وجهَكِ

To my heart’s candle
every time I close my eyes
I see your face

Fermant mes yeux
je vois ton visage
à la lumière de mon cœur

Haiku# 728

Ma vie de poète…
l’errance d’une feuille
portée par le vent

My poet-life…
awandering leaf
blown by the wind

حياة الشاعر
ليست إلا ورقة
تتقاذفها الريح

Haiku # 727

Travelling through the woods
to find me in my bed…
birdsong at dawn

Tanka# 216

As I touch you
a silence enters my heart
and I become still
like a garden
in the light of dawn

I Write to You

I write to you
the way a bird
feels the wind
gliding under his wings,
the way the fire crackles
with passionate heat
to consume ever wildly,
the way a root
with infinite patience
descends into the dark;
I write to you
the way the rain
kisses the earth
after a long summer,
the way a monk
prays to God
in the solitude of his cell;
I write to you the way
wine ferments in darkness
and wheat grows gold
in the summer sun,
the way dawn fills the heart
with the still clarity of its light.
I write to you because I love you
and you have turned my life
into a journey of love.

Writing as Worship

I spill my soul
into the poem
and it takes the shape
of her body,
shines with the light
of her face.

My poem is a journey
winding amid the white hills
of her grace.

I write as if to glimpse
beyond the veil that hides
her endless mystery.

I write because writing
is a form of worship.

Haiku # 726

Clouds and wind…
immersed in the breath
of this great earth

I often feel that the winds and clouds are the breath of the earth, that we are all engulfed in a single breath, sustaining us, keeping us alive, shrouding us in its great, endless mystery.

The Ultimate Gift

In a city of constant noise
you were the silent beauty
which presence lifted me
into a higher realm of harmony,
who opened up higher worlds for me,
filled me up with passion
and gave me the ultimate gift,
the kiss of poetry.

Haiku # 725

From their treetops
the crows already see
the coming year

Last day of the year…
amid the bare trees I walk
on my solitary way

My lonely path
into the new year wanders
between bare trees

This, my life,
I animate with my heart
and live as poetry…

New year
old resolutions
this life of poetry

Haiku # 724

تمُرُّ بجانبي
أحبُسُ أنفاسي لأتَنَشقْ
رائحةَ عُطرِها

Clear winter night
the silent stars fill
my heart with wonder

In the puddle at my feet
rippling
the winter moon

Cold winter night
under the moonlight
two lovers holding hands

The Poet’s Life

A poet lives a lonely life
that he may shape birds
out of his own heart
that he sends flying
into the deepest forests
and over the highest mountains
to enliven the mist of the world
with the warmth of his song

Tanka # 215

This poetry
I gather it inside of me
like a promise,
and each time I utter it
it says your name.

Haiku # 723

Through the leafless branches
peeking as I walk
the winter moon