Strong for deliciousness

Is the flesh so weak
Or is it simply strong for
All deliciousness?

A friend of mine wrote this haiku in response to an assignment from a reading group we both belong to. We wanted to write some haiku after reading Krista Tippett’s chapter called “Words” in Becoming Wise: An Inquiry Into The Mystery And Art Of Living.

Here are some others, written by members of the same group.

Inspired by dogs:

My name is Xena
Must paw must paw must paw must
Get your attention.

By an OR nurse:

small pink intestines
bubble out of the body
I kind of like it

One who works in Manhattan (and thinks of the recent election):

These city streets lie
But not like he who roamed them
Thinking he owned them

I found it illuminating not only to hear the haikus, but to hear from people in the group how they were heard. We all admitted it was fun, and we want to explore doing it again. Highly recommended for a group activity!

In the next post I’ll share some of my own haiku from this assignment.

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Standing At the Edge

standing at the edge

the first step

is the only step

-even now, by jill sabella & rosemerry wahtola trommer

A New Year, and what are your resolutions? I prefer to think of them as dreams, dreams I’ve resolved to make real.

Here are a few of mine:

  • More play. I don’t get enough and it is beginning to show.
  • More collaboration. I want to work with and alongside people more rather than on my own.
  • More poetry. I received a beautiful little gift called “even now” for Christmas. It has only 3-line poems resembling haiku, accompanied by artwork of only three brushstrokes. Minimalist, profound, I’ll be sharing them here.
  • A devotional book. I’ve long wanted to publish a devotional based on humanist spirituality. I can’t figure out how to get it started, but start it I must.

In order to do anything or add anything to our lives, I believe, we must stop doing something else. Law of equal and opposite reaction. If I want to do these four things, I will have to stop doing some other things.

That’s a tough one, especially if the “stop doing” list involves other people’s expectations. Family members have a way of making us cling to old behaviors, since it often benefits them emotionally.

Don’t try to tackle all of the emotional hurdles at once. Standing at the edge, the first step is the only step.

Tuesday

 

When I forget milk
I go back to the corner store
Where the checkout
Girl’s mermaid tattoos wink
As she says “Have a nice day.”

Yesterday was early.
Water boiling, oatmeal in the throat.
Wheezing a tie,
Scraping the windshield,
Heavy briefcase race
Crawl to sit lifeless behind
A dividing wall.

But not today. Today
Is soul day.
Quiet day, empty day.
Out of the fecund silence
Comes frothy foaming
Canvas frosting. I may just
Eat what I paint.
To be without clothes
Is the gift of today.

To read about Tibetan Buddhism
And the way they believe
In serendipity and signs
Of the hidden unseen world.
Someone tried to move a sacred stone
And his son drowned upstream.

Tiredness and sleep are
Today’s welcome friends,
Come to help bloom
A dark water flower
Usually only seen
Under a pink sky.

©Venturing Unitarian 2016