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I have never visited many places that I write about and probably I never will, but that doesn’t make my dreams less powerful. If you don’t see Something, it doesn’t mean that Something doesn’t exist. If you think about a pineapple, for example, but you don’t hold it in your hand, do you know a taste of it? I do, and you?

tower of sand
if climb to the top
will I touch the sun?

Linked to Carpe Diem #1373 Syrian Desert (Southern Route)


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Then all of a sudden everything calms down and life begins to return to normal. Maybe you’re still turning around a little, like a fan off. Never mind, it will pass at some point. Up there, on the tops of the mountains, you can see the snow but aren’t you happy waiting for the spring? And you no longer need anything. Except the air and a sound of the heartbeats.

clear sky
sleepy faces washed
with the winter wind

Linked to Carpe Diem #1370 Karakoram Mountains


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30602 – 2

Once upon a time, there was a love in bloom. Suddenly they got lost among the obstacles that life posed before them. He left her safe and took a long road to the mountains. He has never came back. She has never stopped waiting.

Unconditional love, they say.

There is a meadow, in bloom, and a few hills behind it. A path between them is narrow, wrapped and long. I know that there is a Kingdom behind the hills but my path melts into the snow and I can’t reach to the King.

I recite my verses aloud hoping that they can travel by the wind.

dreams carved
in wind

Linked to Carpe Diem #1364 Tian Shan Mountains (Northern route)


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30602 – 1

“A goal stood before Siddhartha, a single goal: to become empty, empty of thirst, empty of wishing, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow. Dead to himself, not to be a self any more, to find tranquility with an emptied heard, to be open to miracles in unselfish thoughts, that was his goal.”

(Source: Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse)

“Empty?”, I thought while the familiar voices of the latest reality-show superstars were reaching from the neighboring room. Scars covered with powder and silicone breasts springing from a deep décolleté like the pears from a knitted basket. So many words said aloud and yet said nothing.

“What is emptiness?”, I asked myself aloud.

I turned off the lights and closed my eyes. Soothing tones through the eairphones dirfts me away. There, where nothing exist. There, where only in Emptiness you can meet yourself. There, where I give birth to all my miracles.

cold wind
bends the branches
~ stream of life

river keeps flowing

Linked to Carpe Diem #1363 Taklamakan Desert (the “Sea of Death”)(Northern route)



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32801 (Cherita 8)

When you start a process, suddenly things begin to change and life surprises you just like that – turning a long silence into indifference.
Someone leaves but some old and familiar faces unexpectialy rise up from the oblivion.

in the middle of winter

rising their heads
early snowdrops

ringing from the hearts
like the thousand bells
around a dancers’ waist

Linked to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #17 Out of The Carpe Diem Box …

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Posted by on 28/01/2018 in Cherita, Haibun


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“Oh, no, just not you! Please, stay quiet, don’t speak!”, she thought when she saw his face through the car window. After the last time she met him, she spent whole day questioning whether that morning she had spoken to an ordinary taxi driver or her Higher-Self. This morning she was not in a mood to talk to her own self.

Luckily, he was silent. Some horrible folk music was coming from the radio. What a wrong way to start a day.

Well-known images pass through the window glass… A gas station, bridge and the river of her youth, few ravens on the wires … Everything looks so ordinary.

behind the horizon
in a faraway garden
I don’t see – just feel

Linked to Carpe Diem #1356 The Peony Lantern (Japanese fairy-tale)


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She wasn’t quite sure if the letter that she found was sent after all, or not; nor she could remember where and when it was written.
“Deal with me as I deal with your silence” was a sentence that shaked her heart like an earthquake.
While she was reading a few of the first sentences, suddenly her whole body became a home of the thousand butterflies.
“I can’t stand the fact that I’m leaving for nothing. I want to be anyone, anything in your life. Don’t let me go away!”
Then the silence hugged her and a dark night turned into the chains.

smell of the sea
under a dazzling moonlight
broken dream

Linked to Carpe Diem #1355 The Sea King and the Magic Jewels (Japanese fairytale)


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A few months ago, I lost my watch. I forgot it in a hotel room, in the capital city, where I was a guest. I was sad when I found it out because it was a very dear gift from a very imoprtant group of persons who marked one part of my life.
But, life goes on, what is lost can not be returned. Right?

“Did you lose your hand watch?”, a waiter at the bar surprised me.
My friends made a couple of jokes, but he didn’t give up.
“Rounded, with a dedication…”
I wishpered completely confused: “Yes, I did.”
“I was waiting for you to show up so I could give it to you,” he said.
On my way home, I saw “Angel” written on two different places.

Whoever believes in miracles, witnesses miracles.

juice and vodka
in a same glass
all is rock’n’roll



I’m afraid I could become suspicious passing the same street every evening. Old gate, without a padlock on it, probably locked. All the lights have long been extinguished, and none of the windows gives out the signs of life. In my imagination, an ordinary day lasts, full of warmth and tenderness.

winter night
reveals all layers
of silence


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Dreams are mirror of my soul and I pay a big attention to them, especially if I notice some strange symbolic. I still haven’t found out what is the reason why a big black dog appears there from time to time. Even more fascinating is a fact that it never comes alone but in a company of the few very old men. Although men always cause some kind of anxety, a dog never does anything but sleeping somewhere near me. A guardian or a possible danger? Who could tell…

black dog
memories flooding through
the earphones

Linked to Carpe Diem #1341 The Story of the second Old Man and of the Two Black Dogs


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