Who are You?* (tanka)

self contradictions

within are daily battles

between right and wrong

ever facing each other

no turning back choice binds us

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Today is the Summer Solstice (I’ve attached a link to a song you might enjoy in celebration) signifies rebirth, also a time to celebrate life and growth, which leads me to the following. The choices we make only bind us for as long as we let them. There is always a path to rectify a wrong choice. That path may be difficult, this makes the lesson learned one too be remembered. πŸŒŽβœŒπŸ»β€οΈβ˜€οΈ

Chosen II

hoping you hear

my whispers, that I still

hold you in my heart.

You could have chosen

a son, but didn’t. It

never stopped you from

doing the things that you

would with a son. The

evenings we’d go searching

for night crawlers, for our

early morning fishing trips

at the lake. The Saturday’s

mom was busy, you’d take

me to the barber shop, I’d

watch with fascination and

a bit of fear when you’d get

a shave. You loved boxing,

I’d watch it with you when I

got older even though mom

disapproved, you’d tell her,

“she needs to learn to defend

herself.” then wink at me,

we’d laugh as co-conspirators

would. Aside from all

that, I miss your gentle ways

never raising your voice in

anger, explaining when

you do that people stop

listening, that was also a

lesson in patience (you

showed a lot of it when

teaching me to drive, I

laugh at the memory of

your worried expression)

as well. He said you needed

it to stop your anger, I only

understood that as I got

older. He’d explain that

life isn’t always easy,

however each day

is a new beginning,

so I shouldn’t despair.

These bits of wisdom

have helped me

navigate through life,

coming from a

man of few words.

I never saw anything

but love for me

in those ice blue eyes.

He’d see a reflection

of his in mine. His smiles

and hugs always lit up

my world as a child.

As I grew so did my

admiration for this

quiet man, my father

whom I loved.

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The first photo is from the day I met my parents for the first time.

Dad liked Doris Day this was one of his favorite songs, he’d like to sing it, for you Dad

My Father was a passive man,

always advocating for peace. This

came from living through WW II in Poland. πŸŒŽβœŒπŸ»β€οΈπŸ•Š

Tranquility * (tanka)

restful sounds of waves

constant rhythm of the ocean

soothing too my soul

dreams of my Beloved flow

brings serenity His gift

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I’ve always had a love for the open seas. Long before flight man has traveled the world on the waterways of our planet, where they lead them and what they would discover at journeys end. What they learned was self resilience, endurance and their own nature. Close your eyes, relax enjoy the sound of the ocean. πŸŒŽβœŒπŸ»β€οΈπŸŒŠπŸ›Άβ›΅οΈ

Whirling *

breath flows through hollowed wood, rhythms rise and fall.

hearing their echoes released,

her eyes close, listening,

slowly she begins turning.

arms gracefully extended

away from body, her tempo

quickens, tilting her head

back as she twirls

continuously, caught in

in a vortex of her making.

sending her mind to a higher

plain. There in the desert

her Beloved appears, arms

raised, encircles her in his light.

His assures her with words

written by a poet who loved

with a gentle forgiving heart,

“Oh sweet bitterness, I will

soothe you and heal you. I will bring you roses. I too have been covered with thorns.” she

listens in silence. His lessons

like grains of sand have no

measure each one special,

limitless in their meaning.

time spins shifts, she stops,

kneels rests on her heels.

Opens her eyes lifts her face

to the sky, feels a deep

void at this moment. her

soul knows that she will

spin again, that she my

hear her Beloved once again.

her faith in Him tells her so.

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I find this music very relaxing, sometimes a contemplative mood. enjoy. πŸŒŽβœŒπŸ»β€οΈπŸ•Š

Sufi Meditation Music