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Transforming Faithfully (Double Sedoka)


Transforming faithfully

The Sedoka poetry form is made up of two Katautas. The Katauta poetry form is a three-lined poem consisting of 19 to 21 syllables. The first line has five syllables, and the second and third lines have seven. Both the Katauta and the Sedoka are Japanese poetry forms and do not need to rhyme.


*I will be moving tomorrow and will be without internet for a bit.

Poem

Jar of Clay – Etheree


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I saw the most amazing photo of a life-like sculpture yesterday.

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Sam Jinks sculpture. Not a painting…not a photo… But an incredibly life-like sculpture.

Isn’t this an amazing photo? It makes me think about the cycle of life. We come into it as a tiny baby, live a ton of experiences, strive for eternal youth, but it’s no use. Sooner or later we all reach the winter of our lives and all of us have the same mortal destiny. We come into this world a little baby naked and we leave it naked.

I believe that the body is just like this jar of clay. It simply houses me. This jar is functional and serves a purpose. Along the way, in it’s fragility, it chips and cracks as it experiences the bumps of life. The beautiful thing though, is that God has made a way for me to shine. Within me, he has placed His very self, which is an eternal treasure that doesn’t waste away and decay. A treasure that daily fulfills and transforms me into something that meshes with this treasure. When this jar has served its purpose ,and who I am is released from it’s hold – ahhhhhhhhh – now that’s freedom.

Do you ever consider the cycle of life and how brief and fragile it really is?


The Etheree poetry form consists of ten lines. Each line has a syllable count as one higher than the line before – 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

I have just returned from an amazing mini-vacation in Porto Seguro, Bahia, Brazil. It was an amazing four days. I will post some photos soon. I will be packing up the rest of our stuff and moving south this week. Busy times. It may take me a while to respond to any comments.

Creativity, Poem

Shine – (Haiku)


Girl Shine Haiku

The light of the world

Who gave all for those He loved

Shines brightly in me


This is my first whimsy girl mixed media piece. In all honesty, I loved it before I added the words and started playing with it more. The hair kind of makes her head look wide now, and before it didn’t. Just goes to show that the expression “Keep it simple, stupid” has credit.

 

Poem, Spiritual

With Emotion (Monotetra)


With Emotion

Let’s make sweet music, you and I
Stirring the soul, touching the sky
Rhythms and notes to abide by
Affeto will fly, affeto will fly

Inhaling love, exhaling hate
transforming mind, beautiful fate
No more twisted paths, only straight
Right to the gate, right to the gate

Once I was lost, now I am found
So goes the song, old yet profound
Distorted mind has found new ground
Spirit is sound, spirit is sound

(Affeto: Music terminology meaning, ‘Affect’, and to do so with emotion. So then, ‘with emotion’)

Recently I have been dabbing into experimenting again with poetry forms. My blogger friend over at My OctPoWriMo is to blame for this. Please, if you haven’t checked her out yet, hop on over there and read some of her amazing poetry. If you would like to challenge yourself to write within the boundaries of various poetry forms, check out her page, “Poetry Forms”.

The above poem is a ‘Monotetra’, which consists of four lines in a stanza, each line being eight syllables long. Each line must rhyme and the last line is a repeater, being four syllables x four syllables. If you’re up to it, give it a try. Then let me know how you found it and share your work.

Is there anybody/thing that you can relate this poem to? Is there anyone/thing that makes you want to say, “Let’s make music together? Let’s do it with passion and emotion?

Creativity, Poem

Music of my Heart (Gogyohka)


Music of my heart

My heart beats

to the rhythm of your drum

and sings

to the tune of your spirit

as I submit my all to you

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I fell in love with the various poetry forms a number of months ago, thanks to this girl. I started following her blog and was smitten by all the different poetry forms she used to write her own creations. Thanks to her, I have been challenging myself to push myself just that tad bit further with writing poems under the constraints of rules and order.

Is there something that your heart beats too? Would love to know….. 🙂

Poetry form: Gogyohka

Poem, Uncategorized

You Inspire Me


You Inspire Me

 

I love to create. I believe we were made to create. It’s like a driving force within. There’s a certain high that comes with creating something. The inspiration high.

I have become a fan of the Ted Talks. I don’t like much of what is on TV, so when I want to relax and watch something, I go to YouTube and put on a Ted talk. Recently I watched the one by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. She spoke about creativity and how it could be divinely inspired. She shared the following:

In ancient Greece and ancient Rome people did not happen to believe that creativity came from human beings back then. People believed that creativity was this divine attendant spirit that came to human beings from some distant and unknowable source for distant and unknowable reasons. The Greeks famously called these divine attendant spirits of creativity ‘Daemons’. Socrates famously believed that he had a Daemon who spoke to him from afar. The Romans had the same idea but they called that sort of disembodied spirit a ‘Genius’, which was great because the Romans did not actually think that a genius was a particularly clever individual, they believed that a genius was this sort of magical divine entity who was believed to literally live in the walls of an artist’s studio … and who would come out and invisibly assist the artist with their work and who would shape the outcome of that work (source).

Now I don’t believe that there are genius’ in the walls, but I do believe that creativity and inspiration is divine. Something that has been carved – breathed – into each of us. Like I mentioned in a past post, we all have an impulse to create. It’s in our veins.

Do you love to create? Do you believe that we were made to create? Where do you think creativity and inspiration comes from?

This poem was written in response to this week’s prompt of ‘The Reverie’ poetic publication journal. The challenge was to write a poem of 31 lines.

Poem, Spiritual

Pure Intoxication


Pure intoxication

I am going to take my liberties and offer a few quotes from the amazing author, “Sarah Young“. Almost every morning I read her devotional book, “Jesus Calling” and I love it. Because I am a Christian, The Bible is very important to me. I’m sad though that so many people look at it like a ‘religious’ book, rather than a love letter. I think that often times it can be misinterpreted or misunderstood. Sarah Young’s book really inspires me, because she brings it all back down to how it is meant to be – Relationship. One of the most fundamental needs of human beings – Relationship. To me, being a Christian is all about that – Relationship.  Relationship, and not religion.

…My joy and peace. These intangibles slake the thirst of your soul, providing deep satisfaction.”

“The glitter of the world is tinny and temporal. The light of my presence is brilliant and everlasting”

I have to give a quick shout out to my lovely blogger friend and talented poet, Frederic at poems & poèmes. The second last line is inspired by him. I love how he always says ‘Ah’ when he feels for something.

Poem, Spiritual

Dagger of Truth


Dagger of Truth

 

Do you believe in the spirit world? Do you think that there is anything beyond matter, time and space? I do.

I know not everybody believes what I do, nor has had the same type of experiences. We are all individuals. We are all unique. Not one of us has the exact same experience in life.

When I was a child, and all through my adolescent years, I just accepted what was taught to me in school. I didn’t believe in God, nor the spirit world. It wasn’t until I started asking the questions that all humans, at one point or another, ask themselves. How did I get here? What is the meaning of life? What is my purpose in life? Why are people frightened of death? Where am I going when I die? So at the age of 20 I made a decision to believe in God? I had found Truth, or better yet, He had found me.

Over the years though, I’ve had to water that relationship. I didn’t just make a decision and leave it at that. No relationship thrives like that. It takes dedication, commitment, and quality time spent. If I don’t feed my spirit the healthy nutrients it needs, it is very easy to start believing subtle little lies. When that happens, things get dark and I need to run to the light. That’s where I hear words of life again. That’s where I am restored and refreshed again. That’s where I’m safe and sheltered from fear. I need to catch those little foxes before they dig up the garden. Before they scratch away the seeds that were planted for the growth of amazing fruit.

So, do you believe there is a spirit world? Do you think that there is anything beyond matter, time and space? Do you believe that there is good and evil? Light and darkness?

peace, Poem, Spiritual

When We’re Alone


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When we’re alone
Waves of peace
Pouring over me
Rushing

Rushing through me
I taste your love
Your love is sweet
Enveloping

Enveloping me
In a cocoon of safety
In a bubble of whiteness
Purity

Purity you give me
Washing me clean
No more stains
When we’re alone

Do you have a special place to go where you know you’ll find peace? Maybe it’s somewhere in nature? Or it could be in a crowded mall where nobody knows who you are? 

I have a place like that.  It’s on my living room couch. Once everybody in my house has had breakfast, gotten dressed, and are ready for the day, I go there to have my morning quiet time.  I prepare myself a nice hot cup of coffee, grab my tablet and creativity notebook, close my eyes and enter into that special place where peace floods my being. It’s awesome. It’s cleansing. It’s sacred.

You can’t buy a peace like that. It’s priceless. It’s a peace that passes all understanding. A peace that isn’t dependent on circumstances or surroundings. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Now back to you. Do you have a special place where you find peace? What does ‘peace’ mean to you? Do you think one can buy peace?