Haiku to Depth

So far down,
Looking up alone,
Depth of soul.

Extreme fear,
Intense sensation,
Depth of mind.

Feel pressure,
Water weighing down,
Depth of body.

Deep diver,
Feeling of freedom,
Depth of love.

Depth

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The Storm Inside

I can feel it brewing,
The pressure is rising,
my skin is crawling,
the storm is coming.

I am trying to control it,
my inner feelings exploding,
the flood of tears arising,
the storm is inside me!

I want to be strong,
I don’t want to lose it,
but the tension is growing,
the storm is here!

I don’t ask for help,
nothing can stop it,
but in a few days,
the storm will be gone!

Storm

We are a guest on this planet

Our visit on this planet is short,
we are a blink in time.
We are but a guest here,
our life just a pantomime.

Guest etiquette should apply,
to one and all of us at most.
Why do we behave so badly,
we should be considerate to our host.

We say we are a civilised culture,
yet look at the trash we make.
We destroy, and plunder without a care,
we are earth’s headache!

Guest

Stop and Smell the Roses

Slow down, take a breath,
Life is too short to rush it.
Take your time, don’t hurry death,
Your life is here to covet.

Stop and smell the roses,
take a long walk through the park.
See what your mind composes,
on a journey through life you embark.

“Stop and Smell the Roses was A Piece of Advice given to me by my Uncle back in 1996. The drawing of the rose was done by myself a couple of years earlier in my first year at University.

Daddy’s girl

I am a daddy’s girl, always will be and glad of it.

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I just found out that my dad had a small heart attack last night. He is in hospital and will be under going tests in the next day or so. He may just need medication, or surgery.

I also just found out that he has just finalised selling the farm that I grew up on. Though sad, it has also been a relief that Dad has downsized and not working so hard.

I am finding this hard to write, tears are rolling down my face. It has been an emotional evening discovering that the strong man who I look up to is immortal after all. It’s just like my dad that he had been out that morning pruning trees with a chainsaw, up a ladder. And in the afternoon crawling under his new home putting in insulation (he is in his 70’s!)

I just received an email from him from his hospital bed…”Never, never give up!”. This for some reason is making me cry even more. Even though I know this incident is not the end, it has made me realise that one day I will have to deal with my dad no longer being there for me.

He is such an inspiration for me. I love him, and I wish I could be there by his side. Right now living in a different country is making this so much harder.

“Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:
A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream”
– Diamon Sutra
Todays reading from 365 Buddhist Meditations