of life in its many forms.
For you who needed to hear this, read it out loud. Sometimes, in the midst of every difficult and everyday awkward way you try to make your onward day, sometimes sitting down at the edge of everything that has made you too tired to take another step there's that caught sight, now here, now gone… Continue reading The Gleam by David Whyte
Heavy clouds release Parched earth soaks, the heart drenches Rain falls unceasing Lily pad glistens Dragonfly dances, delight Rain falls unceasing ~ FlorenceT © 2022 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
If little excites your spirit If none shows your eyes beauty If no one touches your heart If nothing brings your soul peace If nought bridges the void If all is meaningless What then...? From where will you come? ~ FlorenceT © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over… Continue reading If then
She stays silent, her voice soft, untested drowned by clamoring thoughts, She keeps numb, swallowing her desires, never spoken for who would heed? Flashes of light and thunder declares, look at me, but like rain clouds that pass everyday, no one misses her coming and going. She bides her time for one day she could… Continue reading Silence
I came upon poet, Yun Dong-Ju (1917-1945), while researching another. Born in China, he lived during a turbulent time in Korean history spending his life in China, then Korea and Japan. He died at 27 years old in a Japanese prison. All of his works were published posthumously. This is his poem from "Sky, Wind,… Continue reading Wishing not to have – a poem
There is a luminous space between hopeful and hopeless, where hope still resides. The place of stillness, neither active or passive. A place where we observe beyond, gather and consolidate. Where we let things come...and go without expectations or anticipation. A place where light and darkness do not matter; their presence merely a balancing phenomenon.… Continue reading Luminous space
Time in time. Breath ever lasting. Time ceases. When I am feeling the pressure of time, I allow time to meditate on time. I watch time flows in my will and out of my will, once again a reminder of my presence in time. Significant and insignificant. Essential and not. © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright… Continue reading A meditation
As the clock ticks, Illusion of time, fast, slow, empty, not enough, slip through these fingers. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #346. This week's prompt words are slip and time. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes… Continue reading Time flows #haiku 346
Been a while since I've written a haiku, more than a little rusty! She curls by my side A gentle soul, only trust, As fears paw her heart. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #335. This week's prompt words are curl and paw. If you are interested in participating, go to… Continue reading fear/trust #haiku
For your contemplation... one who came as i became older the one who kept out of sight, the one who hid in dreams— she came again. her face was flush, as before. her fingers were long and thin, and she lay in my arms as always— calm and unmoving. between us there is only silence.… Continue reading one who came – a poem by kim sowol
Those rain clouds, the sheltering spring canopy, and delightful colours blossoming. I see through these lens, a view with grey filter. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
A windy wintry day, somewhat unexpected three weeks into spring. I woke to the tinkling sound of wind chimes which hang on the front porch and sunlight peeping through the dark curtains. Looking out, everything beyond my window is silhouetted against the sun, and there it was - the Japanese maple tree transplanted to its… Continue reading Truth will emerge
I'm feeling human, again... after a long while. Time for some wistful contemplation, Foibles, yours and mine, Ours theirs; daily struggles. My dears, who is right? The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #320. This week's prompt words are day and flaw. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out… Continue reading Who is right? #haiku 320 #dance
A little creativity... and I like the prompt word. Funny how some words just beckon 🙂 Prompt word 'stay' for the 'a' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'a' line? Check this out here. Self-assured undeterred they stay their way, looking for that future when the sun sets; hope she nurtures in… Continue reading She knows
Beautiful words to ponder... A place in the heart The One Who is at Play Everywhere said: There is a place in the heart where everything meets. Go there if you want to find me. Mind, senses, soul, eternity, all are there. Are you there? Enter the welcoming vastness of the heart. Give yourself… Continue reading A place in the heart
It's been a while, and compelled to write a poem today. 🙂 Prompt word 'wind' for the 'b' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'b' line? Check this out here. Time runs away, or so they say, run child, you must run like the wind; chase your dreams, don’t stop till… Continue reading Breathe in deep
For the weekend, read or listen... let the words seep into you. Hokusai says, by Roger Keyes Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing He says look forward to getting old. He says keep changing, you just get… Continue reading Hokusai says… let life live through you
Hold this lightly as we meet each other... a modern translation of a 14th century poem by Sufi poet, Hafiz. Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them “Love Me” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, this great pull… Continue reading Admit something – a poem
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And… Continue reading There will be time
It's a feeling kind of weekend. Open I declare, love is sacred, paramount, for those near and far; winds of storm, rain pelts fear may dominate, let not love be a limit. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #307. This week's prompt words are open and close. If you are interested in… Continue reading it’s love #haiku 307
MEANINGS AND MUSINGS 