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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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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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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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I can hear your voice in silence. You don’t have to say anything, that’s our souls talking. Pictures that you send me are clear, I don’t have to keep my eyes open to see. The air that you exhale, I inhale and then allow myself to be overhelmed by feeling of having you inside of me. The walls no longer exist, it’s only a matter of time who will make the first step. I know who will not. And I know who else won’t.

Revenge is a bad ally. I fight my battles alone.

seven and a half billion snowflakes
only one melts
on my palm

Linked to Carpe Diem #1340 The Story of the first Old Man and of the Hind


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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

Linked to Carpe Diem #1339 The Merchant and the Genius


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