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I managed to catch the Sunsets by my mobile phone so many times and on so many different places, but for some reason it will stay a mystery for me why I have never made a decent photo of the Moonlight. I understand that I am not a professional photographer nor I ever had any professional tools for that kind of activity, but not even nowadays, when I can say that a camera on my phone is pretty good, it doesn’t work.

Why would anyone be interested in my thoughts about Mr Moon? To be honest, I really have no clue, but above all of these lines, I wrote once: “It’s all about the Moon, the Sun and the Sky”. My memories fade and pictures that I can keep in my mind are changeable, so I’m afraid that if Mr Moon doesn’t change this kind of behavior soon, I will be forced to change my list of muses. Just saying…

 

deep winter
instead of moonlight
array of lamps

Linked to Carpe Diem #1580 moonlight (modern kigo, extracted from “A Dictionary of Haiku”)

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No matter how hard she tried to recall that period from her past, she couldn’t revive the memories without him. She was there again, a place where she lived absolutely unaware of his existence, but whatever picture her mind served to her was full of his presence.

Looking from so huge time-distance, I conclude that our memories are very selective and subject to change.

snowing again
a few new white hairs
under the cap

Linked to Carpe Diem #1577 snowflakes (kazahana)

 

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Surely, it is not the most beautiful place in the world, and I avoided it lately because of the many disadvantages found over the years, but there is something inexplicable that constantly drags me back.

I know that everyone, whom I’d dare to say that there’s something spiritual in it, would laugh at me. What can be spiritual in a place that has turned into a big modern village over the years, popular for all kinds of middle class characters?

Nevertheless, a short walk in the Street View through the powerful Virtual World, unexpectedly brought to me all the memories of my spiritual awakening. My first predictive dreams that I became aware of, my first meditations, first sense of calmness and satisfaction with myself.

Sincerely, although I find a million of reasons why not, I would like to feel it at least once more. I feel like this time maybe I will.

Linked to Carpe Diem #1576 Dawn

 

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It was the last chance in a year that just passed. Although she was preparing it for a long time and devising a variety of fictitious reasons and ways to start a conversation, she gave up again. She prolonged a deadline so many times during the last ten years. What if … Sometimes, a fear of the quick opening and possible locking the door is incongruously stronger than a safety of just standing on the other side of the same door, unlocked but with none to pass through. Our mind is so powerful weapon against ourselves.

Linked to Carpe Diem #1575 Fuyukasumi (Winter Mist)

 

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Linked to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #65 Crossroads … Troiku … New Year’s Eve

 

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Whose name is hidden in a corner of the lips
with no rights to be called in the warm dreams,
without a chance for a sigh in the cold nights?

Whose fingers wander
among the silky strands of someone’s hair
believing they’re in the right place in a wrong time
and secretly waiting for tomorrow?

What if tomorrow is a lie,
just a promise to the fools –
those who are afraid of the unknown
so they choose to die before the death?

 

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rainy windows
smeared makeup
on the rosy cheeks

Linked to Carpe Diem #1546 Abstract Autumn

 

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Linked to Carpe Diem #1545 The Water Fowl (crossroads)