Time is on my side

Dear friends and followers,

Finally I have found a little bit of time to publish here at my personal website. As you maybe know I am a very busy guy, because next to my job as an oncoloy nurse I am host and owner of the daily haiku meme Carpe Diem Haiku Kai (CDHK). Last year (or was it in 2014?) I published an "essay" based on a quote from Khalil Gibran which I love to share here with you all.



Credits: Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

Khalil Gibran, a modern times (end 19th and begin 20th century, must be modern heh) philosopher has written really awesome books. His thoughts were very much different as the ideas of the government in his country Lebanon and so he had to fled to the United States were he became a great man and author in the same league as Shakespeare. It's awesome to read his thoughts and ideas ... I can emphatize with him, because he has in a way the same thoughts and ideas as I have, but ... I cannot really give the right words to it ...

Today I have another wonderful saying of him to share here at my personal weblog ...

[...] "We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place at the same time?" [...] 

Time Is Chaos

"Time is on our side", we say, but that isn't true, because, as I look at myself, I don't have enough time. Several times I had to post a short message on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, because of a delayed post by lack of time. And then we say "Time is on our side". Bull....

What is time? It's the movement of our wonderful planet Earth around the sun. A day has 24 hours, must be enough I thought, but why do I have a shortness of time than? I think I know it ... I just do like to much activities. All my activities are sucking my time. I don't have enough time! I need more time! Why has a day just 24 hours? Because that's the time Earth needs to complete his journey around the sun. Why not 48 hours?

Hm ... that's an issue! As a day would last for 48 hours our lives would be slower, we would be younger. Picture this (sorry I can't help it I love that sentence "picture this", it's from The Golden Girls TV-series, Sophia uses it to tell her stories. I like that TV-show) a day lasts 48 hours. (Do you have that picture?) I am now 52 yrs, as a day would lasts 48 hours, I would be 26 yrs! Awesome! I would be still a young guy and would have time enough.
Would that be true? Of course not as the days lasts 48 hours (a day) than I would still have a shortness of time, because I still like what I do. I would have more time for my patients. I would have more time to compose haiku and share them at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai or here on my personal weblog. I would have a lot of time, but more time brings me more energy, more ideas .... and for sure I would have to little time. What, in Gods name, is my problem!?
 

 
I think I have an idea to become rid of my problem ... I just throw my watch away and let those
countless suns make my day. I have to adapt to nature's time, I don't need to stay awake until 2 o'clock in the night. I just have to go to my bed as the evening falls and get out of bed as the morning rises. Wouldn't that be awesome? Just going with nature and the way of the sun ... That's the time of a haiku-poet. As I stated in another episode at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai haiku-poets are the poets of nature, they are the keepers of nature ... so I have just to listen again to my own words and the words of our classical haiku-poets. We just have have to listen to our ancestors ... Did they have a shortness of time? I don't think so.

A lack of time is an "illness" of modern times ... I am a guy who lives in the modern time, but does that mean that I have to confirm to the fastness and lack of time? I don't think so.
From this moment on ... no time problems anymore. I just go with the flow, just go with the movement of countless suns and with the tides.

changing tides
my restlessness has gone
time is at my side

© Chèvrefeuille

Khalil Gibran has said it in the right way ... we don't need those little machines in our little pockets or around our wrist.

Well ... I hope you did like this post.

Namaste

My Angels

Credits: Sarolta Ban

A new Photo-Challenge at one of my favorite weblogs mindlovemisery's menagerie which I have discovered recently ... they have always a wonderful painting or photo for inspiration and I love to take up this challenge to write a poem, short story or something inspired on the photo. This time the title of this photo "Cardboard Angel" inspired me to write a haibun.

My Angels

I remember him very well, how could I ever forget him? He was the most precious what I had. We were always together and we shared almost everything. He is still around me after almost 20 years. I miss him every day ... sometimes I look at his photo on the wall just right of the TV-set ... framed in a silver frame together with my grandma and our Yorkshire terrier. All are missed ... and they all watch over me and my family.
No Cardboard Angel, but real angels ... I know for sure that he, my brother, my grandma and our Yorkshire are watching over me ... I can sense their presence in so many things ... I can feel them trying to cherish and comfort me as I am sad ... they are my angels ...

no cardboard angels
cherish and comfort me when I am sad,
... real angels do

© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... I hope you did like this post. See you next time.

ON BARE FEET, a haibun (reprise)

On Bare Feet

I wrote the following haibun. (Prose and Poetry united).

On Bare Feet in the Snow

I love walking on bare feet. So I do that a lot. As I come home from work the first thing I do is pull off my shoes and socks. It feels good. The air around my feet that have been enclosed in shoes the whole day. Even outside I am walking on bare feet.

Today I realized that I was on bare feet when I walked outside in the snow to close the fence. It’s so common to me to walk on bare feet.
In Summer’s, when our dog was still alive, I walked him on bare feet. I love the contact with Mother Earth as I am walking on bare feet through the grass, the forest or where ever. It feels like I am a kid again. When I was a baby I laid in my pram with bare feet. In that time I was pure and didn’t know much of the world. I didn’t know about haibun and haiku or what form of poetry.
Now … years later I experience that same pureness and not knowing when I walk on bare feet. Love that. Once again I have to walk on bare feet through the snow to close the fence again. The mailman has not closed it. When I have closed the fence I open the mail. In one of them I see a wonderful Anton Pieck card, such a nostalgic card. A little boy, poorly dressed, walking on bare feet in the snow and throwing snowballs. He laughs and his face is healthy red by the cold and the joy of throwing snowballs.

on bare feet
a street urchin plays
in the snow

Something written "Ins Blauen Hinein"

I thought today will be a good day. When I came out of my bed, around 9 AM, the sun was shining so bright. Birds, mainly Starlings gathering in one of the plane trees in front of my house, where singing or maybe talking with each other (smiles) how to travel to the south ... I don't know. The perfume of decomposing leaves, stronger after the heavy rainfall last night, well ... a wonderful morning.
Did some reading of comments on my weblog. Those comments brought a smile and a blush upon my face. Such nice words ... soothing for my mind (and ego). How immodest for a haiku poet ... to say that, but ... sometimes every one needs a tap on the shoulder and so do I.
I did some research on the upcoming prompts of September Heights and ran into a wonderful painting of Escher, a famous Dutch painter who was in love with paradoxes. Just awesome how he has crafted his paintings. I adore him ... just as I adore Van Gogh and other Dutch painters (e.g. Rembrandt and the modern artist Menno Baars a colleague of mine, he is a cardiologist in the same hospital).
We, the Dutch, have so many famous people in our history and in this time. Maybe I become as known as they are all over the world, but well ... I am on my way with the haiku I write.

all around the world
Dutch people are famous
so am I

so am I
the changing of the seasons
all around the world

Copyright Menno Baars 2012: One of his recent paintings.

Well ... it was a nice day and I am looking forward to the next day. What will it bring to me?

Dancing, a haibun

Also published and shared on: Haiku My Heart

Dancing, a haibun

In the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep ... to much thoughts tolling around in my head. Even the ones I love to have about haiku. I see every hour go by. At last I go downstairs. Have something to eat and drink and maybe ... that's making me sleepy.

As I look through the window I see that a new day is dawning. The sky colors in the most wonderful reddish and yellowish. With a smile on my face I see the first blossom of the cherry tree in my backyard. I walk outside. I am so in love with my cherry tree and when the first blossoms begin blooming I become very happy. My thousand thoughts have gone. I only have eyes for the young cherry blossoms.

And than ... birds begin to sing in a most wonderful symphony ... it's the ultimate experience and leaves me in awe. I forget everything around me and start dancing. I love this feeling of freedom and happiness. It's really a great and wonderful morning.

I wonder ... why has the Almighty given me this great present. I bow my head and than I see my naked body. A smile on my face ... "this is freedom!"

standing naked

in awe of the first cherry blossom

dancing in the garden 


This haibun is also published on: Wonder Haiku Worlds

Sincerely

The Haiku Challenge, day 16

Written for The Haiku Challenge 2012 - Day 16 – February 16th – Theme or Word: Sin Form: Haibun

This is a wonderful Challenge Day, because I may write a haibun one of my favorites. The total amount of 150 words ... I don't know if I can manage that ... well we will see.

This is also contributed to: The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic


IMPERFECTION

I am an oncology nurse. I see very ill patients every day. It sometimes feels as a sin to do what the physician wants me to do. Of course the goal is to make the patient healthy again, but there are lines I don't want to cross. Patients, e.g. with lung cancer, are at the end of there strength and nevertheless the physician wants to do everything. I can understand that. Physicians are healers, but not to all costs. Very ill patients not becoming healthy anymore must have the chance to die in peace and with a certain quality of Life and in dignity. Patients must have a perfect way to die. I think it's a sin, an imperfection, to cross the lines and take the patient's dignity and quality of life.

death can be a friend
the savior of very ill people -
a flower of light

See you tomorrow ... for another challenge day.