Friday, March 23, 2018

Carpe Diem #1395 The Dream

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Welcome at a new episode of our renown Haiku Kai, the place to be if you like to write and share Japanese poetry with the world. This month we are exploring the beauty of the poems by the Mystical Poet from Persia, Rumi.

Today I have a nice (but "very" long) poem for you. This poem is titled "The Dream That Must Be Interpreted", or short "The Dream" and it was taken from "The Essential Rumi" by Coleman Barks.

And here is the poem for your inspiration:

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted:

This place is a dream.
Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,
and you wake up laughing
at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.
Everything cruel and unconscious
done in the illusion of the present world,
all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,
and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,
all the quick, sexual wanting,
those torn coats of Joseph,
they change into powerful wolves
that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,
the swift, payback hit,
is just a boy's game
to what the other will be.

You know about circumcision here.
It's full castration there!

And this groggy time we live,
this is what it's like:

                              A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living
in another town.

                           In the dream, he doesn't remember
the town he's sleeping in his bed in.  He believes
the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities
settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.
                                                   We began
as a mineral.  We emerged into plant life
and into the animal state, and then into being human,
and always we have forgotten our former states,
except in early spring when we slightly recall
being green again.
                            That's how a young person turns
toward a teacher.  That's how a baby leans
toward the breast, without knowing the secret
of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,
through this migration of intelligences,
and though we seem to be sleeping,
there is an inner wakefulness
that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back
to the truth of who we are.

© Rumi (taken from: The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks)

A Dreamcatcher
A wonderful poem I would say. I hope this poem will inspire you ...

inner feelings and emotions
come alive

© Chèvrefeuille

And here is a haiku by my master, Matsuo Basho, on dreams:

snow on Mount Fuji -
Rosei creates the world
in his dream

© Basho (age 34)

And for closure one from my archives:

sharing my dreams
with everyone and everthing
a new spring day
as thousand birds sing their song
in praise of God

© Chèvrefeuille

And now it is up to you my dear Haijin. This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 29th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new weekend-meditation episode later on. For now ... have fun!

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Carpe Diem 1394 Some Kiss We Want

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Time flies when you have fun they say and that's right, but it is also right that time isnot always on our side and that, my dear Haijin, is my problem today. I had a very busy day and therefore I have only a nice poem by Rumi, the Mystical Poet, from 13th century Persia, for you today.

A wonderful poem I would say, but maybe your thoughts are different then mine. So here is the poem to work with today:

Some Kiss we want:

There is some kiss we want with 
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.

© Rumi (taken from: Soul of Rumi by Coleman Barks)

Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell
I dived into my archive and found a nice haiku that I wrote somewhere in 2016:

after the summer heat
raindrops are kissing my naked body
Ah! that coolness

© Chèvrefeuille

It's not inspired on the above poem, but it fits it like a glove.

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 28th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode, another nice poem by Rumi to inspire you, later on. For now ... have fun !

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Carpe Diem #1393 Spring Is Coming

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Welcome at a new episode of our wonderful Kai. We are exploring the beauty of the poems written by the Mystical Poet Rumi. This Persian poet lived in the 13th century (CE) and wrote really wonderful poems. Today, Wednesday 21st of March, spring starts on the Northern Hemisphere, therefore I have chosen a beautiful poem about Spring to inspire you.

Spring has come:

Again, the violet bows to the lily.
Again, the rose is tearing off her gown!

The green ones have come from the other world,
Tipsy like the breeze up to some new foolishness.

Again, near the top of the mountain
The anemone's sweet features appear.


The hyacinth speaks formally to the jasmine,
"Peace be with you." "And peace to you, lad!
Come walk with me in this meadow."

Again, there are sufis everywhere!

The bud is shy, but the wind removes
Her veil suddenly, "My friend!"

The Friend is here like water in the stream,
Like a lotus on the water.

The narcissus winks at the wisteria,
"Whenever you say."

And the clove to the willow, "You are the one
I hope for." The willow replies, "Consider
These chambers of mine yours. Welcome!"

The apple, "Orange, why the frown?"
"So that those who mean harm
Will not see my beauty."

Dove (Ringdove)

The ringdove comes asking, "Where,
Where is the Friend?"

With one note the nightingale
Indicates the rose.

Again, the season of Spring has come
And a spring-source rises under everything,
A moon sliding from the shadows.

Many things must be left unsaid, because it's late,
But whatever conversation we haven't had
Tonight, we'll have tomorrow.

© Rumi

Isn't it a beauty ... this poem tells us the story of Spring in wonderful words as only this master, Rumi, can. The beauty of the scenes is really awesome ... and I think it will inspire you in a great way. So have fun!

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 27th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode later on. For now ... have fun!

Monday, March 19, 2018

Carpe Diem Crossroads #2 the summer moon

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

I was flabbergasted as I read all of your responses on this new feature "Crossroads" in which I challenge you to create (only) haiku inspired on two or more given haiku (sometimes a "normal" poem, a sedoka or a tanka). A kind of "fusion" haiku so to say. So I think I will try to make this feature a weekly one. So this week I have another nice challenge for you.

This week I have chosen two beauties by two very different haiku poets from the past. The first haiku is by Kobayashi Issa:

a thousand gallons
shower from the eaves...
cherry blossoms

© Issa

Statue of Chiyo-Ni

And here is another one, but this time written by Chiyo-Ni:

it touches the line
of my fishing pole -
this summer moon 

© Chiyo-Ni

Two wonderful haiku to work with I think. I will give it a thought, but that doen't mean that you all have to wait. More about "crossroads" you can find HERE.

This episode of "Crossroads" is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until Monday March 26th at 7:00 PM (CET). Have fun!

Carpe Diem #1392 A Children's Game

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Another day went by and it was a busy day. I had the shift on the chemo-unit and we had a large group of patients today, but we made it. It's an every day challenge to make your patients comfortable and happy ...

Several weeks ago I had a patient on the chemo-unit who was only 20 yrs, he could have been my son, so it was tough. Today we had patients that were a little bit older and that makes is sometimes easier, but I will never cope fully with this deathly illness we know as cancer.

There are sometimes days that I wished to be a child again, for example as I have youngsters on the chemo-unit as e.g. that boy of 20 yrs. Yes ... I love my work as an oncology nurse, but it is tough and it sometimes tears me apart as I see how my patients are loosing the battle against cancer. That hurts and it makes me angry, "why is there this illness why this cancer ...!?".

A Children's Game
Being a child again ... I think you have all experienced such thing sometimes. Wishing to be a child again ... Will you do the same things you have done? As I look at myself ... as could do my life over again than I would do it the same way as I have done.
No one has said that life will be easy and through life we learn a lot ... And ... we can not be children again, but we can be like children.

Being like children that we can be for sure. Being happy with the beauty of a bubble, or the beauty of a selfdrawn picture ...
Being like children ... I think this poem by Rumi, the Mystical Poet, describes that feeling ... but maybe that's only my thought about this beautiful poem.

This poem is titled "A Children's Game". I extracted it from "The Essential Rumi" by Coleman Barks.

A Children's Game:

Listen to the poet Sanai,
who lived secluded: "Don't wander out on the road
in your ecstasy. Sleep in the tavern.

"When a drunk strays out to the street,
children make fun of him.
He falls down in the mud.
He takes any and every road.
The children follow,not knowing the taste of wine, or how
his drunkenness feels. All people on the planet
are children, except for a very few.
No one is grown up except those free of desire.

God said,
"The world is a play, a children's game,
and you are the children.
"God speaks the truth.
If you haven't left the child's play,
how can you be an adult?
Without purity of spirit,
if you're still in the middle of lust and greed
and other wantings, you're like children
playing at sexual intercourse.
They wrestle
and rub together, but it's not sex!

The same with the sightings of mankind.
It's a squabble with play-swords.
No purpose, totally futile.

Like kids on hobby horses, soldiers claim to be riding
Boraq, Muhammad's night-horse, or Duldul, his mule.

Your actions mean nothing, the sex and war that you do.
You're holding part of your pants and prancing around,
Dun-da-dun, dun-da-dun.

Don't wait till you die to see this.
Recognize that your imagination and your thinking
and your sense perception are reed canes
that children cut and pretend are horsies.

Hobby Horse (wikipedia)

The knowing of mystic lovers is different.
The empirical, sensory, sciences
are like a donkey loaded with books,
or like the makeup woman's makeup.
It washes off.
But if you lift the baggage rightly, it will give joy.
Don't carry your knowledge-load for some selfish reason.
Deny your desires and willfulness,
and a real mount may appear under you.

Don't be satisfied with the name of HU,
with just words about it.

Experience that breathing.
From books and words come fantasy,
and sometimes, from fantasy comes union.

© Rumi

A wonderful poem to work with I think. I am sorry I wasn't inspired enough, so I have one from my archive.

New Year's Eve
children playing with the fresh fallen snow -
fireworks coloring the sky

© Chèvrefeuille (2014)

And here is one that I wrote in 2015:

fountain of joy
children playing with paper boats
one sunny day

© Chèvrefeuille

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 26th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode later on.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Carpe Diem #1391 A Great Silence

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend. I had a nice weekend, taken some time for myself and my family. These weekends are like an oasis to me. I need these weekends and I think it works for you too. No pressure ... just a little while to meditate and contemplate about revising a few haiku written by classical haiku poets.

We are exploring the beauty of Rumi's mystical poetry and today I have a nice one again for you to work with and become inspired by.

The title "A Great Silence" is taken from the following poem by Rumi:

A Great Silence:

I don't get tired of You. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!

All this thirst-equipment
must surely be tired of me,
the waterjar, the water-carrier.

I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!

Show me the way to the Ocean!
Break these half-measures,
these small containers.

All this fantasy
and grief.

Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night out of the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.

Joseph fell like the moon into my well.
The harvest I expected was washed away.
But no matter.

A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don't want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.

I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

The grief-armies assemble,
but I'm not going with them.

This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.

A Great Silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.

© Rumi

A nice poem I think, but not an easy one too. I had to read and re-read this poem a few times, but after reading and re-reading I couldn't come connected to it ... maybe it is a poem that I don't understand ... or cannot relate to ...

birds sing
leaves rustle
no human sound

© Chèvrefeuille

I hope this poem will inspire you ...

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 25th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode later on.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #24 Revise That Haiku ... Improve your haiku writing skills

!!! Open for your submissions next Sunday March 18th at 7:00 PM (CET) !!!

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

It is time again to lean back and watch back on the last week ... time again for a new Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation with an all new logo as you can see. I have chosen a spring landscape, because on the Northern hemisphere, where I live, spring almost starts.

This weekend I love to challenge you again to revise two classical haiku by renown haiku poets. This weekend I have chosen to challenge you with a haiku by Yosa Buson and one by Masaoka Shiki, both are known as part of the five greatest haiku-poets ever (Basho, Issa, Buson, Chiyo-Ni and Shiki).

The goal of this feature "revise that haiku" speaks for itself I think ... you have to "revise" a haiku.

Here are the haiku to "revise" this weekend:

in the moonlight,
the color and scent of the wisteria
seems far away

© Yosa Buson (1716-1784)

And here is the other haiku by Masaoka Shiki:

a mountain village
under the piled-up snow
the sound of water

© Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902)

Two wonderful haiku to work with I think. A challenge too ... but that's what revise that haiku is meant for. It even can help to improve your haiku writing skills, because you are just for a moment the classical haiku poet ...

This episode is open for your submissions next Sunday March 18th at 7:00 PM (CET) and will remain open until March 25th at noon (CET). Have a great weekend full of inspiration.