Fortune Favors the Brave
The gypsy fortune teller was very wise and wizened with great age. During this time of her current existence, she had told thousands of fortunes. Whispered and suggested mysterious and wonderful futures to a myriad of people. A great multitude of fools made her wealthy, as had the ambitious, vain, and greedy.
Of the down-trodden, the gentle, the forgotten, she had asked but a small token and then done her best to inspire; peering deep inside to witness their futures. Her “gift” – one not welcomed but accepted. On and on went her memories of those who sat across from her waiting breathless with anticipation for words pronouncing their fortune.
But before today, never had she viewed a woman of such gentle bravery, radiating from her being. Her soul – if you will. Her bravery shining piercingly through the air, hovering protectively as it spread out in progressive waves encompassing all.
A second glance within and the fortune teller finally understood. SHE had returned.
The fortune teller smiled a small, happy smile of relief. Holding out her hand in friendship, “hello my brave Sophia*, we meet again.” Fortune does favor the brave!
again and again
she comes forth to be heard
listen close my humans
“all life has purpose”
do you hear Sophia’s* words
echo through the ages
*Sophia, the Greek Goddess of Wisdom
And remember, small braveries are as valuable as big ones. Often more important too.
Have a great week ahead.
With sincere affection,
The flow is the balance.
A runner of life, she knows flow is balance. She is the flow. Running through early morning golden meadows, hair streaming behind, her breathing is deep and even. Her element is air, flow is balanced. A runner’s secret, balance can initiate speed but speed is cause – not effect.
On this morning the soles of her feet touch fleetingly upon damp morning dew. Something occurs, an otherworldly melding of effect with cause. Balance is cause but time is effect. She runs on with balance enhanced. She is fleeter, running more swiftly, the blending of morning’s moisture with air melds microcosmic elements together. Magic? She finds she can now run through time. Her yesterdays, todays and tomorrows – a real/all-time effect!
Now she runs through life … her life and all life. An amazing thing. An illusion? She runs on. She is a conduit of flow and the balance to life. An awakening discovery for her to recognize the strength within.
She, the flow of life
becomes balancing essence
of time, cause and effect
By the way: My previous post was not about me, even though I wrote it in the first person. It was a commentary about people, our current society and where “we” the people are and how we’re feeling about same. So just clarifying, I am fine, doing exceedingly well.
Have an great and wonderful weekend,
Just in the Knowing
Just in the knowing you’re somewhere. Not caring where, just knowing you exist is enough for contentment. Alright, perhaps a whimsical slightly lonely contentment, but contentment none-the-less. Were I to have realized love’s nature as we laughed and played during brief interludes of time together perhaps choices would have been a different making.
But nature of things at the time (Ah, time … immutable passage of linear time) spinning out of control, whirlwind of decision making – poorly thought through – emotionally charged and so we are apart … and yet … we are not.
For all that you are and all that I am create amazing realities of “greater than”. This unknown mysterious quality of perception, not understood but realized and so it is that …
Love has no true boundaries: Not time. Not location. Not even cessation.*
*through the physical departure from our current plane of existence
For truly love is existence and existence is love – superseding any boundaries of time. Time becomes timeless and therefore never ending as is ~ my love ~ for you.
timelessness of life
gifted from eternity
never ending love
It’s been awhile since my composition of haibun. I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading, have an excellent weekend!
With sincere affection,
It’s been said Einstein’s first thoughts on relativity came while observing light from a lamp post glowing through an evening mist. He was fascinated by the streaming light traveling through misty air in the cool evening of a summer’s day. His imagination alive with the possibility of exploring (at that time) what was perceived impossible.
Gazing at the moon this evening, iridescent reflections shimmering on the river, I’m lost in the rapture of my own imagination. I wonder, am I on the edge of a greater awareness of life? Or perhaps some unknown new wonder soon to be experienced. I feel within me a seed of expression wishing to burst forth – If I can but understand the why of it all.
My mind hovers in thoughtful contemplation. I view the mysterious moon through imagination’s eyes. Moonbeams illuminating, ever so faintly, all that I might be – hidden inside – poised on the edges of reality.
lost within self
mysterious glowing moon
Have a great weekend ahead,
With much affection,
He, alone in contemplation. Curious and saddened, wondering if he were the reason things had gone wrong, knowing only the way of things and he but a vessel of knowledge, not a portent.
She, the portent. Change swirls about her. Spiralling out. Fibonacci wisdom, from seeds to galaxies ~ her key. She holds the golden key tightly. Her key.
She opens doors to a new awareness. A new reality? So much change. Is nature not to still be nature? Can she really do all this? Yes, she can.
Ahhh, he reflects, of course. She is of nature and birth and growth. She is of life, not death. Her change is the correct change. No more killing fields. Mankind will change. It is so.
He wonders what … how … he will be after the change.
The golden key, a mere symbol, she herself – the key of change. But this change signifies a new balance. Yin Yang become relevantly/irrelevant. Such is this nature of change.
life gives birth to change
change gives life to birth
birth gives change to life
And so it comes ~ A time of great change. Are you ready?
Release date Early Spring of 2016:
The Spiral Corridor
A scifi/fantasy novel (or our actual future?) by P.L.Howe
The thing is …
we (females) struggle with our place, in the order of things, every day. And men struggle with it too.
We understand the biology of things regarding the female body and the emotion of things, regarding falling in love. Also the nurturing of life and the spirituality of things.
It’s the fourth aspect of things where we run into problems. That is to say “perceived vs actual societal roles” related to our own personal desires for ourselves.
And while we females work this out (and we are), it remains difficult and confusing for all of us.
Perhaps more so for men than women. Bottom line here (I love the term “bottom line” because it means we’re getting to the heart of the issue) I sum up in the follow haiku:
Thank you for stopping by, have a great weekend, hang in there!
How many trees to be counted? How many trees to survive? How many trees just won’t make it? How many will still be alive? How many will be felled and forgotten, more (this I know) than a few. I’ve worried, oh yes, how I’ve worried – and don’t know what to do. I thought and thought as I walked and walked though the snow hanging onto my shoes. There seems, well so many, but if there weren’t any, What … then what … would we do?
How many trees must humanity use, too many to so abuse. But at this rate, it seems much to late, and their fate is what we choose. And sadly our own … we all lose.
as numbering trees
number humanity’s days
a sadness for life
Deforestation is a reality on the planet earth. Since we (all living things) need the trees to sustain our life, it is indeed a great sadness. As his Honorable Dalai Lama said. “In our own homes we do not throw the furniture we need into the fireplace to burn up, why would we do this to our home, the planet earth?” A good question don’t you think?
Thank you for reading, I hope my words today give you some “food for thought”!
With much affection,