Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

To Be a Honeybee

“The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” -Matsuo Basho And lo, the honeybees heed the call of ringing temple bells echoing in the fragrant flowersenticing them to feast on corn moon golden pollen.As they venture into… Continue Reading “To Be a Honeybee”

When in Moonlit Dreams You Come

“We are all living in an illusion and mistaking it for reality.” ― Mateo Tabatabai, The Mind-Made Prison: Overcoming Limiting Beliefs and Manifesting Personal Transformation “The mind is its own beautiful prisoner,” An imagined cage with bars of our past lives and indiscretions And yet, our life… Continue Reading “When in Moonlit Dreams You Come”

Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings

“My heart is like a Mockingbird, it sings of your enthralling soul every now and then. And, even when I yearn to evade the lyric. I can’t. Because, as it turns out, it’s a sin to kill a Mockingbird.” ― Mohit Kaushik |Yenugwar| Poetry as the… Continue Reading “Poetry as the Mockingbird Sings”

#Haibun: Mesquite Tree

The mesquite tree outside my window is flourishing. In a matter of weeks, it has gone from skeletal gnarled limbs to a lush spring green haven for the hordes of birds.I gaze at it for hours and sometimes, in the luminous sunlit haze, I… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Mesquite Tree”

Nola’s Essence

“In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long… Continue Reading “Nola’s Essence”

Deep in the Verdant Wildwood

He is the river swimmer, sleek as a brown river otterplunging into the depths of cold murky waters, he sits with patience waiting,on the sandy pebbled shorein quivering evening light.Sparkling magic flashes from afardeep in the verdant wildwood.She, the elusive nymph comes forshe is… Continue Reading “Deep in the Verdant Wildwood”

From My Bed of Roses

From my bed of roses comes the telling news, winter is finally over, the sun is shining bright and it’s time for us to bloom Wildflowers are peeking their heads up to the turquoise sky tiny seeds are sprouting forth, pushing ever higherSoon butterflies… Continue Reading “From My Bed of Roses”