Haiku Variations. A Christmas Child, VI

This Christmas child of once

Foresaw the trespasses of our ravenous kind

Justly he pardoned but few

Haiku Variations. A Christmas Child, V

My family shall remain small

To protect the mother we live off

And species in greater need

Haiku Variations. A Christmas Child, IV

Yet I will give fruit

To the tree he once made barren

We promised to do right

Haiku Variations. A Christmas Child, 0.

There is this child speaking

In my mind and in my heart

He guides my path home

December 21.

The best of today 

December twenty-first

Is what follows hereafter 

This longest, darkened night 

It too will fade and wither

The days will lengthen

Spring will come

Because She Loved

She made him make his house beautiful
She made it into a home
She made his life bearable, even liveable , just loveable

A cynic's thought.

I don't believe in old souls

I do believe in lost souls

I am still looking for mine

A three-lined eulogy.

She was mine, always,

And I evermore hers, all these years,

Mine she was, my all.





Dutch translation: 

Zij was mijn, voorgoed,

En ik eeuwig de hare, zovele jaren,

Mijn was zij, mijn alles.

Awareness Earth

Awareness

earth
Be
convinced

Once
i
was
part
of
the
problem
Now
i
am
part
of
the
solution
Do
what
i
am
supposed
to
do
Pass
it
on
Make
this
a
chain
of
cleansing


NB.
Feel free to copy and paste this message to pass it on around the globe!

A little prophet's wrinkles

The wrinkles
between my eyes
are there from frowning

not amused at what I saw

The wrinkles 
on my forehead
are from marvelling

astounded at that what I saw

The wrinkles
at the corners of my mouth
are from laughing

scornfully at this society that I saw

The wrinkles 
at the corners of my eyes
are from smiling

at you my friends and one true love I saw

The wrinkles
that are all mine
are the finest of lines

between my tears and all the wrong that I saw

When She Dances For Her Beloved (Haiku)

In a whirling dance
Her mind and body as one
Spiraling upward

A Collective Thought. A Haiku.

I am wandering
To find a sanctuary
I am wondering

I am wondering

Where to find sanctuary

I am wandering

NB.
At first I thought the title must be `A Jewish Thought´ (i.e. the wandering people) then I thought in more popular terms it should be `A Pilgrim's Thought´ (but that would give it too much of an unbidden religious content) so I considered an even more general term `A People's Thought´ but I decided in the end that the thought would probably go beyond our human limitations and that any life form will, at one point or another, feel this sense of urgency and threat so I chose this title: `A Collective Thought´. The lines speak for themselves.

Haiku Variations. When I Dance Like A Dervish

I whirl for my Creator

Rotating my being up, up towards heaven

Will He accept my prayer

Where it never is winter

I want to live in a place 
that knows no winter

I do not need winter 
for 
I carry it with me in my heart

Forever Always 

It is frozen 
and 
snowflakes drift
on liquid ice 
through 
my chilled aortas

When I cry 
I bleed icicles as
little frosty teardrops

(That explode on your warm breast)

No, no I do not need winter
I will my cold core
in that embrace (of yours)
that knows of no winter

But what if my chronic chill
would have a melt down
like a dehydrated glacier

Would it just 
vanish
or would it just
desiccate
that smile of yours

You, who knows not of winter....

The little * ones or the Konya riddles, Xtended version

* 

Is a raindrop capable to start an oasis?

             ¿And will your teardrops fill God's?

** 

We learned nothing of that life therefore Gabriel spake to the descendant

Alas Ali too was misunderstood and his life was threatened

How many messengers must I send, how many lives yet to bear

             ¡There will be no more sacrosanctity, the era of judges has come!

*** 

Bye my pretty girl I love you like my dearest brother

For you are too good and too beautiful to ever be my sister

You gave life to my desert and were like a net to catch my fall

 ¡Utter interlocking souls transcend friendship, enamourment & bloodties!

**** 

From Jesus to Buddha and back to You

Buddha rested against a tree and used its roots as an armchair

Jesus cursed a tree to barrenness and died on the wood

             ¡And one has given his life for all, 
                          while the other focused solely on himself.
                                                   Hence our route home is incontestable!

*****

I don’t want to die cross

I don’t understand why

I am at all so angry

Do you?

           The answer is: While gravity constraints movement and growth.

****** 

While a heart beats

To pump blood

And the body dysfunctions

Or lights on other fluid

Of what then consists the lifeblood? (1)

             ¿If the soul houses in blood 
                        and the spirit weighs a massive 21 grams 

                                                                          are they comparable?

(1)    My soul.

The Boy Named Tamás

The young boy
in our street
is a lonely child
He is loved 
by his mother 
and his granny
But he is alone
has no friends
He rides fast
a child's scooter
Three hundred yards 
to the left
and back again
Never to the right 
where the dogs bark
He looks like a shy boy 
but friendly
He does not realize 
that the wheels
of his little scooter
on the pavement
can be heard 
inside the house
Would the boy change
his route if he knew 
Could he change
his lonely rythm
on two tiny wheels
Or would that leave
him even more lonely
A boy in solitude 
roling 300 yards
to the left
And I could never 
ask
him to stop....

The Watcher Of Outer And Inner Worlds

I look at this world
and 
its transgressions

I watch captivated
and
save the events

I have no part in it
I know not how
Nor do I want to
It does not fit my role

My cameo is to see
and
register and judge

I lead my life
and 
live it simple

The complications 
happen outside me
though
my mind is complicated
enough on its own

It knows of sins of sins
and
of tresspasses
and
those too will be judged

Yet my sins 
are
my errors
are
to be solved by another
watcher
in me

My task is to watch
and
when I am opened up
and
all my data of sight 
and 
sound and feel

Yes feel

All will be judged
and
all will be weighed

All these 21 grams
of
careful collected data

That I've watched

Haiku Variations. The not so gentle kind.

Mankind is a strange word

Kind refers to species, not gentle, since 

Man is hardly ever kind

ⓒ

A Life To Be Prepared For The After. A Novel - Poem, Episode One

A BLACK TIE UNLEASHED

There were days in his past

He had to wear a tuxedo

As did he dress tailor-made

The black tie was obligatory

The dinner invitation said so

It’s the uniform of wealth

For those who see themselves

As such opulent and powerful

The aged man at the door

Bowed lightly and welcoming

He bowed back with reverence

And replied a softly spoken

´Thank you kind master´

The aged seneschal

Answered in surprise

‘Sir, I’m your servant´

´The gentlemen are inside

Awaiting your presence´

He smiled as the old continued

´They will you as theirs

As a praetorian safeguard´

He nodded anew speaking

´Again I choose my own….,

….Those black ties are not´

The steward's eyes lit

´Spoken as a true master

One who chooses to serve

As our Rabbi did before´

The old man opened 

Warmly the entry door

And foretold respectfully

´This will be your last

Supper amongst them

They fear infinitude´

The boardroom lit with

Black ties and gowns

Showing off vanity

Unfettered he walked

Towards chosen modesty

Ending society’s chains

Zen On Canvas (traditional haiku)

I am fully Zen

When painting fences and walls

Or dyeing canvas


ⓒ

Homeless - Houseless - Immortal

- Tales From the house of Rumi -

Some people are homeless
but they do have a house.

Some people are houseless
but they do have a home.

Some people have neither
a house nor a home.
- They are lost -

Some people have both
a house and a home.
- They are save(d) -

And then some do their uttermost
to wreck other peoples homes.
- They are doomed -

And some live in a house that's a home 
just at the wrong address.
- They are estranged -

And there are those amongst us  
who look up and hunger. 

And two remember like you and me
that there are four immortals.

- They walk on earth and sleep in heaven -


© 2019-09-22

From The Home Of Rumi

The Doormat That Said Welcome.

When Shams entered Rumi´s house

he changed the position of the doormat

Rumi smiled radiantly at his friend 

and he spoke to the attendees,

students and some men of importance,

"Look Shams welcomed us to see the world"

Shams still stood in the doorway 

he met the glare of the envious company

As always Shams was not impressed

the rebel in me winked at Rumi

and looking at Shams I said

"a cynic would see it an invitation,

welcoming your visitors to leave"

The other guests muttered angrily at me

Suddenly Shams was next to me

and warmly kissed my brow and sat down,

speaking clearly for all to hear

"the three of us can discuss the true meaning 

of the blessed verses when they have gone"

At that Rumi tried, in vain, to hide a smile….



© 2019-09-18

Artificial Intelligence

On AI
….
Yes! Artificial Intelligence.
….
Finally someone defined us 
humans for what we are:
Artificial Intelligence.
….
Uhh
….
The cherub Einstein not included
….
A synonym for AI would be AOL it's this: 
an Algorithm On Legs
it walks
it talks
it eats
it drinks
it sleeps
it works
it destroys
it reproduces
it makes selfies
….
The only difference between the two is this:
one is robotic and has no feelings
while the other also lacks intelligence 😑