Alchemy of Souls

its wind. resting on a rock

its fire. resting in the tree

its water. resting in the soil

its process. of becoming visible. emergence.

recently an experiment was offered to our adaptive cultures community. create a six-word story. its a short narrative that can have all the emotional themes of longer stories — from funny to dramatic, sad to scary. These quick stories have a subject and a verb that give the reader a sense of what’s happened.

i gave this experiment a go as its not my usual haiku structure. it starts with three short stories and the forth one transcending all previous stories. these stories were inspired by the poem ‘words of the heart’ in the latest Korean series alchemy of souls.

although there are things you cannot see, it does mean it they do not exist.

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Credit Artist Paula Kuitenbrouwer

floating undisturbed

upon the tranquil waters

a duck travels home

-a travelling haiku

my friend is travelling back to the US. It’s been a while since he was in his homeland.

when I wrote this haiku i had to stop and ponder between the word ‘turbulent’ or ‘tranquil’. what will my friend perceive the dynamic environment around him to be?

in choosing the word, i also threw in a dash of hope and a spark of destiny. from one duck to another duck.

who is to know the emergence that will arise from underneath the surface of the water?

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lost in the machine

i don’t know when it started

i’m so exhausted

-a recovery haiku

lately i’ve been getting lost in exhaustion. its winter here in melbourne. the branches are exposing their vulnerable joints. they look bare without their ornamental leaves.

and as i write, even my thoughts become…

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you, on the other

if I fold the world in half

will you show yourself?

-emergent haiku

been mulling abit over how we connect with others. what is our destiny to connect? can we connect if you don’t show up or I don’t show up?

perhaps these efforts to fold time and space like a sheet of paper — connects us across sides but if you’re not on that other side, what is really emerging?

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the supernova

a spark of love from nowhere

…to eternity

-a love haiku

the core collapse supernovae are exploding stars. right before these stars disappear from the galaxy, they shine ever so brightly and with this energy — signifying the end of their lives and also the beginning of new stars. makes me think how love is like this. a spark of love that has been forming for eternity now appears ever so bright in this moment….did you see it?

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I long for nothing

Yet a deep longing exists

Primordial truth

-beyond the surface haiku

how strange that every expression, every shape no matter what it is – is itself a thing, a form.

even if I say it is not a thing — it is by virtue a wave that nonetheless will touch another wave in the primordial ocean.

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the sound of wet wet

played by the summer rain

a drunken hair song

-this is my hair wet wet haiku

intense thunder, rain and hail happened in melbourne today! after a bout of hot summer days (averaging 11 days greater than 35 degrees), i ran frantically outside to place all the buckets to collect the rain water.

to be out there and hear the thunder and rain, it felt frightening and energising at the same time. a moment of drunken aliveness.

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for every heart

unfolds ten thousand stories

hold gently each one

-trauma informed haiku

a reminder to myself on days where my ‘imperial ambitious’ get out of hand — i humble myself encountering the delicate existence of each living being, including my own.

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in this life of ours

whose tears are flooding these eyes

a boundless ocean

-boundless haiku

for those times in our transient lives when we ‘willingly’ come to our senses. we realise our character and our emptiness within a boundless heart. aka ocean.

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Lovely Lan

Lovely Lan

A return to the heart centre I have travelled a great distance to get here The dream of my life has been dreamed from eternity