souful

oh the joy
jasmine wafts on the breeze
soul full

That haiku was written in April, 2020.  In this year dominated by a worldwide pandemic the memory of the scent of jasmine brings comfort.  Doing what a mother does so well, nature nurturing.

Anjali mudra
breathing deeply
peace

Free write to spill out all the tangled thoughts.  Love, sadness, loss, fear, joy, excitement, dejection, failure, achievement all mixed in the whirlwind called life.  Diaphramic breathing brings prayerful calmness.

worries
written on parchment
dissolve in flames

Is the devil in the details or in the worry of things we cannot change?  Things that brush against our lives that leave stains on our thoughts, is that the devil?  Will I let go of the worries in the flames?

sunrays
in the arms of angels
peace


  

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  1. Yamini MacLeanNovember 14, 2020 at 3:58 PM

    Hari OM
    What a delightful flow of thought, Janice - I smelled the jasmine, breathed deeply and let, for a moment, the worries melt in that sunray... YAM xx

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    1. JaniceNovember 23, 2020 at 3:46 PM

      So glad I could give you a bit of rest. namaste, janice xx

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  2. TournesolDansUnJardinNovember 15, 2020 at 9:52 PM

    Amen, my friend. Such a lovely flow of words the allowed me to breathe in the beauty and breathe out any negative thoughts I had. Xx

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    1. JaniceNovember 23, 2020 at 3:49 PM

      A calmness in the words from the muse of that morning. xx

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