recuerda mi corazon

postcards from paradise el domingo de ramos

 

 san miguel de allende wakes early,

her town dressed in a profusion of purple jacaranda blossoms.

 

 

the warm air is charged with the peeling of ancient bells,

calling everyone out into the sunrise of palm sunday.

 

 

you can walk up or down all the cobblestone streets,

the salutations of welcoming are everywhere.

 

 

 altar windows of viernes de dolores tear at your heart,

their quiet beauty standing witness to grace.

 

 

everywhere preparations,

ancient traditions passed down for five hundred years. 

 

 an abundance of palm fronds, nimble fingers, 

weave the past firmly into the hearts of the present.

 

 

 the air will be pungent with the fragrance of incense,

chamomile, faith and believing under impossibly blue skies.

 

 

 may your heart be filled with the comfort of beauty

and the welcoming of palms.

 play it.

haiku my heart awakening

 

 

in the morning light

wings paint the edge of heaven

then become the sky

 

 

 

 

 

 haiku my heart

 

 

i slept with the windows open so 

spring could find me early.

such a kind awakening;

stirred, not shaken into the song of life!

five steps

from my doorway 

the ponds are coming alive.

the true harbinger of spring returns

on enormous blue wings;

as loyal as each of you 

 dressed in your finest morning haiku!

 

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postcards from paradise every leaf and feather

 

 next time what i'd do is look at

the earth before saying anything.

i'd stop just before going into a house

and be an emperor for a minute

and listen better to the wind

or to the air being still.

 

 

when anyone talked to me, whether 

blame or praise or just passing time,

i'd watch the face, how the mouth

has to work, and see any strain, any

sign of what lifted the voice.

 

 

and for all, i'd know more-the earth

bracing itself and soaring, the air

finding every leaf and feather over

the forest and water, and for every person

the body glowing inside the clothes like a light.

 

william staffort

 

postcards from paradise

 

sometimes we are nothing more than cupped hands at dawn

hoping to catch the light.

 

 

 

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haiku with a heart for peace

dream catcher

made by joe spado to protect and inspire me

 

 

spadoman

like wind on the water....

never in one place too long, always

a reflection of kindness on his flight of passion.

trail blazer. story teller. road warrior. man of peace.

his love of family, friends, travel, nature, a good roadside dinner, a fast motorcycle,

and any chance to spin a tale or listen to ours,

equaled a man

who was a friend to everyone.

 

 life on the wild side

a fast ride on a soul train

messenger of peace

 

 

it is an honor once again to dedicate

haiku my heart to our joe. 

please take a moment and visit 

round circle

where barb has posted plans to celebrate joe's life

june 27 and 28, 2014.

 

while you are there basking in the essence of joe

please take a moment and leave barb

a message of comfort and support,

joe would love that.

xo

 

 

"I would relish the idea of sitting down with a stranger,

or with anyone, and spin yarns.

Just get on a subject and see what is said.

Bask in the images created in our minds from the words that are spoken.

See the people, the landscape, the weather and feel the drama, laughter, pain and ecstasy of life. "

joe spado

 

 

 

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