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happy mother’s day: a golden haiku for my mother

happy mother's day 2016

endurance patience
faith hope love joy peace
strength to strength she glows

“Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And let her own works praise her in the gates.” (Proverbs 31:30-31)

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a face of winter: a haiku

green wintershe looks out the train

and sees a face of winter

clear and bright and green

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~on her way down west she looks out and sees a spectacular green view in the depth of winter. It is close to evening and the sun is shinning. The field on the plain gives fresh hope of a renewal at hand even on old ground and hardened crust. she knows her 83 years old mother is a fighter. She believes in God. She is not going to give up despite the fracture and replacement of some body parts. She smiles when she thinks of her new born baby granddaughter, a new life has burst forth like an early spring, again a sign of fresh determined hope. She looks forward to this reunion with her own mother. When her mother is well enough to be on her own again, she will travel east to meet with her husband, her youngest daughter and the baby grand daughter. She smiles. God is so good.

12 The righteous will flourish like a palm tree,
    they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon;
13 planted in the house of the Lord,
    they will flourish in the courts of our God.
14 They will still bear fruit in old age,
    they will stay fresh and green,
15 proclaiming, “The Lord is upright;
    he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.”

(Psalm 92:12-15)

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grand-aunt’s visit 23: once a bird (a haiku)

once a bird

she was once a bird

a mother perhaps in time

sadly snared and caged

~~~~~~~~Visiting museum is not the senior’s favorite. Because she prefers to see life, its vibrance, enthusiasm and hope. The museum records a past. There is no hope there. There is hope in the future. Where are the children of this bird if any? The grand-aunt cannot help but wonder. That is why she prefers to visit the botanical garden and the aquarium. But the birds are not the only ones snared and caged in museums. Many others share the same fate too. Even human. How she looks forward to hearing the songs of the living birds again in her own garden, a tiny park in front of her home.

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Song of Solomon 2:12 The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.

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Grand-aunt’s visit 22: cloudy perception (a haiku)

winter haikudo you see the dog?

the puzzled boy shook his head

gold caterpillar

~~~~~~~~~~~The senior remarks: Often we see with what we already see in the mind: While I am thinking of my little dog alone waiting for me to return after this visit, you are thinking of your outdoor discovery lesson. But what does the cloud really look like? It does not matter. It’s your eyes working with your mind. The point is: You cannot come to a conclusion for others. You can only conclude your own life.

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Fire and hail, snow and clouds; Stormy wind, fulfilling His word; (Psalm 148:8)

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drops of her heart: a haiku

rain seen through glass 2

she expects the rain

lightly and gently it falls

every drop a heart

~~~~~~Shapes of things are seen clearly with her heart. The physical shapes may not look what she actually sees. She knows it is more real inside than outside. Love too.

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Grand-aunt’s visit 21: a reunion haiku

winter solstice 2Ocean foams aside

Where have all the blue birds flown?

Reunion with light

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The senior visitor is optimistic even when looking at the winter solstice and the vast changes of weather that have arrived with the season of general bleakness and cold.

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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. (John 1:1-5)

 

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Grand-aunt’s visit (20): a haiku of two sisters

Monterey birds n ocean1

Fearlessly she leads
(her sister watches behind)
braving ocean tides

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Remarks from a senior visitor: “The smaller bird is in front. Remind me of times gone by for me and my sister. Size does not necessarily count sometimes. On the other hand the adventurous outgoing one learns costly lessons. Courage needs wisdom too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Words of Wisdom:

Allow no sleep to your eyes, no slumber to your eyelids.
Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter,
    like a bird from the snare of the fowler. (Proverbs 6:4-5)

Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,”
    and to insight, “You are my relative.” (Proverbs 7:4)

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grand-aunt’s visit 19: all creatures large and small (a haiku)

two in one

~~~~Remarks from the senior visitor:~~~

The real spectators

at the bottom of the tank

both looking at us

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Let all that I am praise the Lord.

24 O Lord, what a variety of things you have made!
    In wisdom you have made them all.
    The earth is full of your creatures.
25 Here is the ocean, vast and wide,
    teeming with life of every kind,
    both large and small.
26 See the ships sailing along,
    and Leviathan, which you made to play in the sea.

27 They all depend on you
    to give them food as they need it.
28 When you supply it, they gather it.
    You open your hand to feed them,
    and they are richly satisfied.
29 But if you turn away from them, they panic.
    When you take away their breath,
    they die and turn again to dust.
30 When you give them your breath, life is created,
    and you renew the face of the earth.

(Psalm 104:1, 24-30)

Romans 8:18-21 New International Version (NIV)

Present Suffering and Future Glory

18 I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. 19 For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. 20 For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope 21 that[a] the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.

Footnotes:

  1. Romans 8:21 Or subjected it in hope. 21 For
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Too far for tears: a haiku letter

so far from shore

Too far for my heart

draining silent tears at night

an ocean apart

~~~~~~~~~~~~Although I know we shall not try to communicate unless there is urgency to say something to make sure the other party know first hand what is happening, I still take up the phone often in an absent-minded way, pointing my index finger at the app. icon, in the process of touching the link to your screen. Then again, I check myself and tell my heart that I should not do it as you will be quite busy rushing to finish your speed reading assignment of the several hundreds of books within the time frame of a costly journey. Me too, my mind will remind me that I have tons of lectures to cramp into my brain on this side of the ocean. Alas, we are so far apart after all, each chewing words and papers day and night and night and day. sometimes I feel like these birds perched on a tiny rock in the middle of the ocean, focused on their current lives. Do they have a family somewhere on land, high on the cliff overlooking the vast water? I read that gulls do take care of their young birds until they are ready to fly away and become independent. I also read that gulls fly alone. In a way you and I are like them. We are not confined to a space. We move on with the currents of time. Sometimes I look at the photos you send and smile. You seem so young smiling with the sunset ocean behind you blowing gold specks on your wind swept hair. I told you you still look good. I have sent you the snow scene from the mountain here. You have commented that I look young and pretty. We have somehow stepped away from time. The time of stagnation. How amazing it is that I can make myself type so many words here for you. Telling you I have missed our time. Yes, like the birds at sea, I have flown too far. You too. Too far for tears to cry aloud. I just wake up to hear the seemingly dripping sound of tears draining from my heart. I still miss you. Thank you for the roses.

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dearest love, she called: a Mongolian haiku love story

 

a Mongolian wedding
a Mongolian wedding couple

Homing dove not lost
sure in heart swift wings to post
compass pointing Love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She wrote back to him: I read your short email and post and affirm now that it was I who called. It doesn’t matter what noise you may have heard from the airport crowd I am fine and well as you have heard clearly in your heart recalling all the promises we have pledged to each other that regardless of the external factors and come what may we shall continue to stay in peace and hold fast to our confidence of love and good thoughts of each other and that our compass must always point to the direction of selfless Love. Thus you will never be lost to me. Neither will you ever lose me. This I truly affirm. You see, we have an unseen registry of covenant set by love in our heart and in heaven. Physical separation will not terminate the unseen words. Words written in our heart and spirit cannot be erased unless one party chooses to deny the record. Even then it will leave an unseen mark for life. I realize that love and faith cannot be separated. Faith implies trust in action.

Many years ago a young Mongolian woman married a young man she loved since childhood and he was conscripted the day after the wedding. They were separated for decades by long and cruel wars. The country was later split for political reason and he was banned from returning to the mainland. He was stranded on an island and was barred from communicating with her while she remained in Mongolia. He never married and finally saved enough means to come looking for her in his seventies when the political ban was relaxed. On the day of their reunion she fainted. Because she had stayed unmarried too for over half a century despite many suitors until just before her long lost first husband turned up. She finally accepted a recent proposal to re-marry as she became too old and frail to take care of herself. It was indeed a sad story. I don’t know what has happened to the woman who now has two men loving her at the same time. Love has kept the one day old bride and groom alive for so long and will keep them going even though they can no longer stay as man and wife. I like to imagine that he has built his yurt (tent) next to hers and see her everyday as her best friend. Perhaps the other man will allow him to have meals of buuz (dumplings), milk and cream with them. Perhaps they will live long to make up for the lost years.

I will not think that far into the distance. I pray and believe in a good ending.

[ The Shulamite to Her Beloved ] Set me as a seal upon your heart, As a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.