aloneness

three haiku for the road ahead

Leaving Cloud Mountain

 

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How to heal a heart:
stand alone, drop your stories,
fall in love with this.

 

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When my aloneness
smiled with simple contentment
love loosed its wild song.

 

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Now that I’m clueless,
emptiness dances naked
wherever I gaze.

 

 

Life moves. It’s taking itself off the mountain and into the marketplace again. Who knows what will unfold? The only thing I’m certain about is that gratitude and fulfillment go with me – one’s my left leg, the other my right…

three haiku from cloud mountain hermitage

 

three haiku from cloud mountain hermitage

At the beginning of this month I moved into an old (but beautifully renovated) farm cottage on Kiels Mountain, on the Sunshine Coast hinterland, Queensland, Australia. It is high enough to attract rain and mist, which are welcome visitors so far as the rainforest and its inhabitants are concerned.

 

Echoes from Emptiness: Kiels Mountain rainforest hermitage

 

And in spite of being only a few kilometers from local villages, the beach and coastal busyness, it has the feel of remoteness. It is my Cloud Mountain, and I am a happy hermit. In my morning scribblings, haiku begin to appear:

 

Mistiness in close –
drowning out my loneliness,
a Currawong choir.

 

Lost; an innocent
here, in spacious aloneness –
something Wild finds me.

 

Alone in the bush,
befriended by Beingness,
I stop asking why.

 

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the empress of emptiness

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the empress of emptiness
walks alone,
cast off
by her cronies and courtiers

see, she refused to wear
their stitched-together stories
one more moment: she
walks naked

no new clothes (or old)
so transparent
she is only visible to
the innocent eye

a nobody, a no-thing
she is, simply,
whatever you choose
to think she is

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