A poem beyond Pi-Ku – March 16, 2016

Meditation in Pi

that twilight
echoed in sleep:
crashed upon the shoals
vibrating into the infinite

vibrantly reflecting
the myriad shades
were refracted
in winter sunset

**of such things miracles are made
these vibrations of infinite waves
that seem very common place
but are intangible as is life –
as is death.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #73 pi-ku another nice poetry form (reprise)

Let us try to make a Pi-ku poem with the following digits(3,14159) the lines of the Pi-ku and the syllables-count would become the following:

1st line 3 syllables; 2nd line 1 syllable; 3rd line 4 syllables; 4th line 1 syllable; 5th line 5 syllables and the 6th line would be 9 syllables. To me this sounds great and will be for sure a challenge. So let me try to make my Pi-ku longer with those new lines and their syllables-count:

the sun rises
the heat
already tangible
spirals above the stream
another day starts in mysterious ways

© Chèvrefeuille

*I went beyond the pi-ku to reflect upon the further values of pi itself (*26535) (**89793) – Bastet 😉

Haibun – “The purpose of our lives” – March 11, 2016

Water Drops

Water Drops

Walking in the rain, one can often be distracted from the bigger picture of what life is all about.  I was thinking about the living lesson which is the Dalai Lama one morning as the damp winter chill penetrated my old bones and specifically : “The purpose of our lives is to be happy”.

How odd to think that our purpose isn’t to save the world from hunger perhaps or injustice and how wise.  Living in the world, in our proper place, that of being one of the infinite bits of the whole, is so much better than the grandiose ideal of semi godhood we seem to want to impose upon ourselves. If our purpose is to be happy we should remember that being happy promotes happiness.  Have you ever seen the infectious reaction around a truly happy person.

inside a raindrop
infinite worlds evolve
in happiness

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #72 Use that quote

Morning Haiku and Waka – Meditation – January 31, 2016

sunset Malcesnine_small

here and now
the sound of gravel swishing
a gull cries

golden light
colouring the barren tree
as darkness grows
thoughts like leaves swirl
in the silent wind of time

cooking dinner
cleaning swiss-chard and leeks
stirring the rice
here no past – no future
only veggies and rice

© G.s.k. ‘16

Carpe Diem #907 meditation

Seven Days Before Christmas (7) – meditations – December 24, 2015

Haiku Meditation

in the night
a siren passes
this Christmas eve

flashing lights glare
Christmas trees line the streets
and homeless beggars

shops full of goods
credit cards over-drawn
it’s Christmas time

preparations made
news of the world is of war
inside people’s homes

no peace nor goodwill
brighten the world on this day
and death takes its toll


Choka Meditation

wonderful ideal
denies dark reality
mankind seeking peace
a seed planted long ago
we are all one race
religion – a link to God
our planet our home

to overcome finite thought
a difficult task
to love who is different
outside our closed minds
takes so much work – so much time
no sweet sentiments
though they give us some hope
will change our cold hearts

strips off these darkened veils
allows the warm light
to penetrate in our souls
and makes the ideal – our life


Tanka Meditation

sitting in this room
surrounded by light and love
Christmas glows this morn
this splendid ideal of hope
a gift yet unopened

© G.s.k. ‘15


The last episode of Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas is “meditation” don’t be afraid.  I’m sure that many know the history of the world, including the creation of our modern Christmas.  Nor can we deny that in humanity’s long history there has ever been a time of true peace, nor are we so blind not to see inequality, poverty created by the rich or fanaticism born of narrow minds.  One could fill volumes of what is wrong with this world and indeed there are people who do just that and become very popular creating movements of hatred and destruction.  Our hearts sing the loudest when we sing for vengeance.  That’s how we are made.

The only hope for true peace is to understand who we are.  We must understand that our hearts are more swayed by hatred and fear than love and hope, because that’s the easiest road;  It was woven into our DNA in a time when we lived in a savanna and our survival depended on fighting to save our lives.  However, in these millennium, humanity itself has changed.  Our creations help many enjoy a life which is carefree and without want and we could extend this to all if we realized that now that instinct for hatred is not only demode, but terribly dangerous to our very survival.

Sweet dreams of sugar plums won’t dance in my head tonight. My dreams are turned towards a vision of one world, one people and one holy thought – peace, with or without belief in a religion.

the path is thorny
the goal just beyond our reach
don’t be afraid – love

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas 2015 #7 don’t be afraid (meditation)

Random Thoughts on a Muddy Stone – Oddquain Sequences – October 12, 2015


Wet Leaf

Random Thoughts on a Muddy Stone

on a rock
in the mud and grass
inviting odd mystic thoughts

he sits there
looking at a world
he no longer understands

sticky man
fawning and pawing
at all the pretty poets

the beauty of love
Narcissus lost in himself

around stones
sculptured by wet rain
– sodden but mystic beauty

© G.s.k. ‘15

An oddquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem with seventeen syllables in five lines: 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 created by Glenda L. Hand.   The oddquain may stand alone, or it may be combined / modified as follows:

Oddquain Sequences – a longer poem made of several oddquains;

Crown Oddquain – a series of five oddquains;

Reverse Oddquain – an oddquain with a reverse pattern of 1-7-5-3-1;

Oddquain Butterfly – a nine-line stanza with 1-3-5-7-1-7-5-3-1. For example:

Celebration (Butterfly Oddquain)

dances in
September’s swirl of
leaves, golden colors form her
of dazzling freedom, twirling
into the final
fall to earth’s

Glenda L. Hand (c) 2006

This interesting form was found on: B&P Shadorma and Beyond – The Oddquain – October 10, 2015

Winter Fog – Choka – August 12, 2015

Basilica of San Antonio - Padua

Basilica of San Antonio – Padua

In Val Padana
out walking in cold winter
from the bogs arise
the misty fogs of evening
there, not far away,
mournful, a lonesome dog cries
in sad bitterness
the passing of summer life
and warm nights  –  now gone …
clinging cloying cold wet fog
falls in Padua
I, walk alone in the fog
in muffled silence –
swishing by a car passes
then in renewed calm
a caress of sodden hands
a cold emptiness
and yet that peaceful quiet
seems to me a balm

(envoy or hanka)

ah –  the winter fog
meditation comes with ease
in misty land clouds
the “here and now” stands close by
a step from eternity

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for: Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #56 Choka (or Nagauta), Japanese “long poem”

I was looking for a little quick history of the chronological appearances of the various poetic forms in Japanese … and I came across this lovely site: A Crash Course in Japanese Poetry  I won’t say it’s the most comprehensive or even the most academic … but it certainly is very fun and fundamental accurate.

In the beginning there was waka:, which was borrowed from the Chinese by Japanese writers as was katauta, one of the most popular forms was the choka , often sung and about epic subjects,  sedoka, tanka and an oddity called the bussokusekika – a tanka with 3 7 onji finishing lines,  which are called waka.

Only later poetry was called kanshi because it was written in Japanaese (with kanji) by Japanese… (the only one I haven’t tried is the bussokusekika)  😉

Morning Haiku and Waka – August 7, 2015

Monochromed Flipearly bells ringing
the swallows are drunk on gnats
another hot morn


heat haze
shimmering on the mountains
as night becomes day


sombre thoughts
death passes close today
ah –  remembering
those who’ve gone away
alive somewhere within me


ah – those words
meanings within meanings
hidden and open
what really stands behind them?
loneliness and sorrow


“I want to be a star”
even a star
can quickly go nova
illuminating the sky

© G.s.k. ‘15

Tackle Tuesday – Adabtability – October 8, 2014


under the raging storm
the willow bends graciously


in the woods
the path winds round the trees
under wind and sky
adapting to the seasons
wise traveller’s reach their goal

G.s.k. ’14


We are halfway over our Stepping Stone path to …  goal, a traditional tea ceremony.  This week we will step on the stone of adaptability.

What does this mean? To get to our life’s goal we have to be flexible like [a] reed in the wind. We have to adapt to what God or Spirit brings on our life’s path. To finally complete our life’s task we have to follow the path of life.

That path has a lot of crossroads, curves and obstacles for us. Every day we have to look at what we have to do.
Can I do it? Is it possible? Do you have boundaries? We have to be flexible and adaptive but never beyond our own boundaries and rules.

Written by Chèvrefeuille

reach for the sun
bow with the wind
reed will never break

© Chèvrefeuille