Haiku 3

It's not what, but how
we see, hear, touch, smell, taste, think
HOW you do it counts

Listen for the answer

Tonight in prayer the question came to me, "Why did the molestation happen to me? What was the reason for me? What was the reason for him?" There was no emotional pain with these questions tonight. Just wondering why like why do trees loose their leaves in the winter type questions. I watched my brain take off starting to play out different scenarios when rather quickly a voice came to me and said, "Stop and listen. Be still with your mind. Let it rest and listen for the answer. It is there as it always has been."

Matador

Refraining from internal monitoring could resemble the dance between Matador and bull. Internal monitoring and thoughts are the bull. The red cape is the sticky stuff of shenpa teasing the bull into action. The matador is the loving self gently and smoothy stepping aside with out getting gored watching the thoughts arise and fall. And the arena becomes the reminder to always remember to keep the space. One is not pinned in the corner by thoughts.

I've heard the true matadors fall in love with the bull.

Interesting play on word.

Albatross

The air

crisp

lightly scented 

with chimney smoke. 

The rhythmic massage 

of foot and breath 

bounced upon my ear

I jogged down the earthen path. 

The pink hue of sunrise

backlighting 

the mountain

pine view.

Deep Breath.

I broke out of the forest

to open grass field.

There!

A large low flying bird

Winged its way

toward me! 

Was it the Blue Heron

from the other side of the ravine? 

I slowed to watch its flight. 

It broke into the sunlight!

the markings? and outline?

that of a seagull? 

It was much bigger! 

Could it be an Albatross? 

I stopped 

Looking 

Straight up

It passed over head. 

My Breath! 

heaved In and Out

My Mind?

What was I seeing?

I Held my Breath

Was it magic? 

An albatross?

Never this far inland!

or North! 

Large bird 

Yellow hooked beak 

Tapered tail 

Impossible!

But there it was. 

What did it mean? 

and then 

in an instant 

It was behind the trees. 

Strained eyes search

the blue pink sky

Come back. 

Come back!

Did someone else see?

The Albatross. 

Was it my mind? 

It's tricks? 

I laughed! Yes!

As always

my thoughts 

had become

the albatross!