Very interesting… When you think about it, rising from prayer… each time we enter a new place… sometimes just as strange to us as tourist photos… each day is a new world…
This haiku reminds me of doing meditation on the rocks at Biddeford Pool on the Maine coast. I would sit in mediation following the rythm of the ocean and tourists would come scrambling over the rocks. All around me but never disturbing me. I think I need to go there again. Beautiful poem you've written. Peace.
August 2nd, 2010 at 8:57 pm
Very interesting… When you think about it, rising from prayer… each time we enter a new place… sometimes just as strange to us as tourist photos… each day is a new world…
August 2nd, 2010 at 9:05 pm
This haiku reminds me of doing meditation on the rocks at Biddeford Pool on the Maine coast. I would sit in mediation following the rythm of the ocean and tourists would come scrambling over the rocks. All around me but never disturbing me. I think I need to go there again. Beautiful poem you've written. Peace.
August 2nd, 2010 at 10:26 pm
Great haiku.
August 3rd, 2010 at 3:55 am
It draws from me an image of the past and future, of the spiritually intense combined into the technologically banal. Good haiku. Thanks for sharing.
August 3rd, 2010 at 7:17 am
It seems after Asking, Reflection, Mediation, you found yourself where you wanted to be.
August 3rd, 2010 at 8:27 am
I thought this was excellent.
August 6th, 2010 at 7:26 am
wonderful haiku—an imediate image…and then…layers of meaning …rippling outward…
October 10th, 2010 at 4:16 pm
dad’s old photo
a boy looks past me