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31007

evening breeze
clock hands
stand still

her pillow
leans against the wall
peeled off waiting

Linked to Carpe Diem #1472 emptiness

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20405

moonless night
with whom to share
unwritten verses?

noć bez mesečine
sa kim da delim
nenapisane strofe?

Linked to Carpe Diem Romancing Haiku #3 first love

 

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31203 (Crossroads)

odlazak-

ruž od tišine

nakon poljupca

Linked to Carpe Diem Crossroads #1 Introduction to a new feature and a first try

 

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32202

An old lady died last night, someone’s mother and a grandmother. She was born in 1937 and that’s all I know about her. Seems it was enough for her to enter my life suddenly and introduce me to the Death.

My son asked me this morning if I ever saw a dead man.
“Yes”, I told, “I saw my grandmother”.
“How did she look like?”, he asked.
“Beautiful”, I said, “As beautiful as she always was.”
Maybe she wasn’t so pretty to others, but for me she was one of the most loveable being in my life.
“And I kissed her”, I told. “I kissed her as if she was alive.”
“Did you cry?”, he asked then.
“I did”, I said, “Of course, I did. I cried but since then I belive that we never die.”
“I believe”, he said, “that we born again and begin from the start. I watched some videos about kids who remember their past lives.”
We have never talked about those things before. I keep my believes for myself and never talk about them, for many reasons.
So I said: “You never know. Nobody knows. We all belive in what we like.”

My grandfather had his third heart attack many years ago, On December 12. It was my sister’s birthday. He had two clinical deaths during that day and they say that he was repeating some numbers all the time. He managed to stay alive until the midnight and left us just few minutes after December 13 has started. I believed that he was trying not to spoil her further birthdays and to prevent us, in advance, to remember his dead on every December 12.

The old lady wasn’t someone I knew before. I was standing in a waiting room with a close person who wasn’t feeling good last night and we were waiting for a doctor. Emergency car stopped in front of the door and they brought her on a mobile bed. Her face was gray, I knew she was ready to go. A female doctor that came with her begged her to stay alive, but the lady was calm as if she was ready to go. She already stopped her breathing on a way to the hospital, but she changed her mind. I’m writing this lines because I have never faced the death so close. Yes, I saw a dead men but at that moments the Death was never there. It was already gone. This time I felt it in a waiting room. And you know what? I don’t know how, but at that moment everything was so familiar to me. The lady, the doctor, lady’s grandson. It’s really hard to explain. I had a feeling that we have already met somewhere before. Maybe we did, I can’t tell. This morning I got an information that the lady passed away. I knew she would, I felt the calmnes in her presence. So strange. So, so strange.

as our ancestors
the same crossroads
we pass

Linked to Carpe Diem #1374 The Levant

 
 

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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
anyway

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

 

 

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32601

“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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32401

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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30201

Freedom is a state of mind, they say. Freedom is when you give your hand to those who you called the enemies. Freedom is when your sufferings help you win your deepest fears. Freedom is when you turn your tears into the jewels and proudly hang them around the neck. Freedom is not when you forget, freedom is when you forgive.

Freedom is when you love, for no reason, just because you love.

drops of water
on a dreamy face
forgiveness

Linked to Carpe Diem #1339 The Merchant and the Genius

 

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30101

Magic of the nights
Headlights on the open roads
Shimmering festive bulbs
Smell of the firecrackers and smog
Warm breath on the frozen fingers
Crackling from the fireplace
Dreams under the warm blankets

end of December
traces of words on a silky skin
like a hundred kisses

Linked to Carpe Diem #1338 The Arabian Nights

 
 

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22612 – Troiku

ticking clock
fading out slowly
another month
© Sky

ticking clock
be careful what you wish
it may come true

fading out slowly
melted with a daylight
festive bulbs

another month
time of indecision
becomes shorter

Linked to Carpe Diem #1335 pursue your dreams

 
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