Sunday, October 29, 2017

Carpe Diem #1291 Remembering to Forget (by Karunesh)

Carpe Diem #1291 Remembering to Forget (by Karunesh)

Today the last "musical" weekend starts with another wonderful composition by Karunesh.



This track is titled "Remembering to Forget" and it is taken from "Zen Breakfast", an album Karunesh created in 2001. This video was made by Awa68.

Remembering to Forget ... isn't it a wonderful idea? There are memories we have to cherish, but there are also memories to forget. Nothing wrong with of course. I cherish all my memories, but there are a few that I love to forget, but can't, because "bad" memories we need too. All our memories, good or bad, make us who we are and who we will become.

autumn storm
blows away bad and good memories
leaves dance through the streets

© Chèvrefeuille

My inspiration for a tanka poem after listening to BrunuhVille music.

me remembering
music so soft echoing
around the ranges
new age artist influence 

calming my mind and body

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Short Tale Challenge #8 - Mangroves Pantoum Poem


“Each Tuesday, Edwin Ronald Lambert will be putting up a prompt and you can simply publish a post on your own blog responding to the prompt.

Today’s prompt is “Mangroves”

I know the word Mangroves, in New Zealand we don’t have many Mangroves while studying to write this poem I learned so much.

mangrove is a shrub or small tree that grows in coastal saline or brackish water.
Mangroves are salt tolerant trees and adapted to life in harsh coastal conditions.
Containing a complex salt filtration system, in the roots to cope with the conditions
They are adapted to the low oxygen (anoxic) conditions of waterlogged mud.

Mangroves are salt tolerant trees and adapted to life in harsh coastal conditions.
About 110 species are considered "mangroves" that have adapted to low oxygen
They are adapted to the low oxygen (anoxic) conditions of waterlogged mud.
Mangroves in the sense of being a tree that grows in a saline swamp and survives.

About 110 species are considered "mangroves" that have adapted to low oxygen
Red mangroves, which can survive in the most inundated areas store salt in cells
Mangroves in the sense of being a tree that grows in a saline swamp and survives.
They prop above the water level with stilt roots absorbing air through pores in the bark.

Red mangroves, which can survive in the most inundated areas store salt in cells
Red mangroves exclude salt by having significantly impermeable roots 
They prop above the water level with stilt roots absorbing air through pores in the bark
Acting as an ultra-filtration mechanism to exclude sodium salts from the rest of the plant.

Red mangroves exclude salt by having significantly impermeable roots 
Containing a complex salt filtration system, in the roots to cope with the conditions
Acting as an ultra-filtration mechanism to exclude sodium salts from the rest of the plant.
A mangrove is a shrub or small tree that grows in coastal saline or brackish water.

Interesting fact.
Because of the limited fresh water available in salty intertidal soils, mangroves limit the amount of water they lose through their leaves. 

How to write Pantoum Poetry

Carpe Diem #1285 Conqueror of the Sky


Carpe Diem #1285 Conqueror of the Sky
This month  - October 2017 Chèvrefeuille has no "weekend-meditation" episodes, but he has chosen for inspirational music created by young and very talented musicians. 
Today he has picked a beautiful composition by Peter Crowley titled "conqueror of the sky".

He went through his archives to find a haiku in which he had used "dragon":

This haiku poetry is what he has come up with.

crystal clear sunlight
reflects all colors in the mirror -
shadow of a dragon

ama on the beach
gives her most beautiful smile -
pearls for a dragon god

against the blue sky
the devilish dragon kite
just like yesterday

© Chèvrefeuille (archive)

Epic Adventure Music - Conqueror of the Sky - Peter Crowley



My inspiration for a tanka poem after listening to the above music

flying round mountains
driven by the force of wings
dragons play below
It like living in a dream

I will wake up very soon

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Waterfall Tanka


Daily Picture Prompt - 54

mighty waterfall 
blocking all sound from above
all living live gone
noise louder than trains passing
as a child they frighten me

English tanka poetry consists of five units, usually with the following pattern of  –  5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Celebrations & Alcohol Tanka


Photo Credit                      Celebrations & Alcohol Tanka
Feel like writing a tanka poem if so, here’s a prompt “celebrations & alcohol”
English tanka poetry consists of five units, usually with the following pattern of  –  5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.
You don’t need a website leave your tanka poem in the comments below, I will respond and share on Twitter.
My tanka poem  - using the words “celebrations & alcohol”
alcohol and life
celebrations everywhere
leading to problems
can we enjoy a evening
with no stimulates in us

Love you to join in on this subject, even if you only want to leave a comment, with no poem.
Happy Days Writing.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Carpe Diem #1140 Arriving at the Right Moment



Well ... here it is finally we have reached Santiago De Compostela. 
Here at the end of the Road we finally can see the connection with the divine Tarot, which was mentioned in one of my earlier posts this month.
Here is the lesson:-
[...] "Father Jordi sat at the table, leaving me standing. 
He took some herbs and lit them, filling the place with their perfume. 
More and more, the situation reminded me of my encounter with Mme Lourdes. 
‘First, I want to tell you something,’ said Father Jordi. 
‘The Jacobean route is only one of four roads. 
It is the Road of the Spades, and it may give you power, but that is not enough.’

‘What are the other three?’
‘You know at least two others: 
the Road to Jerusalem, which is the Road of the Hearts, or of the Grail, and which endows you with the ability to perform miracles; 
and the Road to Rome, which is the Road of the Clubs; it allows you to communicate with other worlds.’

‘So what’s missing is the Road of the Diamonds to complete the four suits of the deck,’ I joked. 
And the father laughed.  ‘Exactly. That’s the secret Road. 
If you take it someday, you won’t be helped by anybody. 
For now, let us leave that one aside.” [...] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)



Christians in the first millennium considered three routes to be sacred. 
Each of them offered a series of blessings and indulgences to those who traveled its length. 
The first led to the tomb of Saint Peter in Rome; its travelers, who were called wanderers, took the cross as their symbol. 
The second led to the Holy Sepulcher of Christ in Jerusalem; those who took this road were called Palmists, since they had as their symbol the palm branches with which Jesus was greeted when he entered that city. 
There was a third road, which led to the mortal remains of the apostle, San Tiago – Saint James in English, Jacques in French, Giacomo in Italian, Jacob in Latin.
 He was buried at a place on the Iberian peninsula where, one night, a shepherd had seen a brilliant star above a field. 
The legend says that not only San Tiago but also the Virgin Mary went there shortly after the death of Christ, carrying the word of the Evangelist and exhorting the people to convert. 
The site came to be known as Compostela – the star field – and there a city had arisen that drew travelers from every part of the Christian world. 
These travelers were called pilgrims, and their symbol was the scallop shell.


 Pedroso mountain, Laraño, Santiago de Compostela, Galicia, Spain

We have succeeded the Road, an equivalent of the Road Jesus had to take on His final days, but here it is not going to stop. 

Here at Santiago De Compostela, it starts ... the final piece of life as we know it ... here at Santiago de Compostela, we have seen the Lamb and we have seen our future ... 
Here at the end of the Road we finally can see the connection with the divine Tarot, which I mentioned in one of my earlier posts this month ... 
We have conquered life and we may enter into the Love our Creator, Higher Spirit or what ever name that you choose for that Power.

Finally, Paulo recovers his sword what was taken from him at the start of his Road to Santiago ... he finally gets it back from his Master.

I need share a short piece of text from "The Pilgrimage" to celebrate that we have, together with Paulo done.

[...] "As the lamb looked at me, I could read all of this in his eyes; 
now he had become my guide along the Road to Santiago. 

For a moment everything went dark, and I began to see scenes that were reminiscent of those I had read about in the Apocalypse: 
the Great Lamb on his throne and people washing his vestments, cleansing them with his blood. 
This was the moment when the God was awakened in each of them. 
I also saw the wars and hard times and catastrophes that were going to shake the earth over the next few years. 
But everything ended with the victory of the Lamb and with every human being on earth awakening the sleeping God and all of God’s power.

I was worthy of my sword because I knew what to do with it." [...] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)

[...] "The Master held out the sword to me, and I grasped it. 
I looked about for the lamb, but he had disappeared. 
But that did not matter: 
the Water of Life fell from the sky and caused the blade of my sword to glisten.' [...] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)


Tanka - Arriving at the Right Moment
the moment has come
the road to santiago
arriving on time
recovering the lost sword
a small medal to treasure


Monday, January 30, 2017

Carpe Diem #1139 - Listening

Listen to the sound of the wind it will reveal you the sacred wisdom of the Road to Santiago.

Petrus, Paulo’s guide, asks him to sit down and then he told him about the 
                                     “Listening Exercise”

[...] 'Relax. Close your eyes. Try for several minutes to concentrate on all of the sounds you hear in your surroundings as if you were hearing an orchestra playing its instruments. 
Little by little, try to separate each sound from the others.
Concentrate on each one, as if it were the only instrument playing. 
Try to eliminate the other sounds from your awareness.
When you do this exercise every day, you will begin to hear voices. 
First, you will think that they are imaginary. 
Later, you will discover that they are voices of people from your past, present, and future, 
all of them participating with you in the remembrance of time.
This exercise should be performed only when you already know the voice of your messenger.
Do this exercise for ten minutes at a time. " [...] (Source: The Pilgrimage by Paulo Coelho)


Photo Credit            Squirrel listening for sound in case he needs a quick get-away.
© Chèvrefeuille Say’s
You just have to try it to experience it, and I think it's not really necessary to know the voice of your messenger, your guardian angel. It's like listening to the wind, close your eyes, experience the spring breeze, you can feel it on your face, you can feel it playing with your hair ... the spring breeze (by the way all kind of wind) whispers his/her message in your ear. You can listen what the wind does tell you, it is the word of the Creator, Higher Self or what ever name you will give it.

My Tanka for Listening
listen with your heart
silence is peace to enjoy
open up your soul
voices within are true sounds
only I know why - listen

Pilgrimage souvenirs seen in Santiago de Compostela, Spain