The years move on, and the things which seemed so important become trivial; time and loss have a way of distilling life to its essence. The years move on, what remains now are the simple things that were there all along, waiting in the quiet. The years move on, and we start making friends with our own disappearance; how well can we dance the dance before saying goodbye?
Tag: time
Haiku # 667 | Tanka # 199
On the occasion of the ending year.
The years passing by…
a chasm deepening
in the cave of my solitude
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New Year’s Eve…
in the family album
the faces gone by
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Last night of the year…
another leaf falls
into the fire of my longing
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At year’s end
I measure the distance
between you and me…
a thousand years
of unquenched longing
Letter, October 05, 2019
Lived simply, in deep attention and presence, a life can be so full that its echo reverberates to the stillness of the stars — the garden’s dust on my shoes, a good book, a cup of aged wine, and your face, beloved, hovering around all things like a cloud, their inner light, their intimate aura. I write to you today as the sun sets over another autumn day, as the wind withers away the leaves and grass leaving nature and my thoughts bared down to their essence. Time is moving and life is trickling away, yet a deeper stillness is settling in my heart. It feels to me as though, if I lift my hand, I could almost touch your face; as though the warmth of your breath is mingled with mine. This silence is a prayer. I listen to the wind in the yellowing leaves. I write another poem penned with the ink of your love.
Haiku # 526
On my birthday
my solitude and I blowing
one more star
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For my birthday
another white flower
curling in my hair
Rooted in Love 