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Sowing | Planting seeds of love, we'll grow humankind's heart to a garden of Grace. | HartHaiku.com

Sowing | Plant the good

It is harvest time in the Northern Hemisphere, and Thanksgiving will be celebrated in some cultures soon. It gives me pause to think, are we cognizant often enough of the seeds we are planting with our words?

Words are seeds, and they have power. The moment they leave our mouths, we have planted a thought or feeling in someone else. When words are rooted in negativity such as anger, jealousy, spite, or a need for control, they can create huge destruction. Sometimes the destruction is intentional, which creates its own karma back to the person who initiated it. For indeed, we reap what we sow.

Sometimes the hurt and destruction are unintentional. We can simply sometimes be careless with our words. We don’t think before we speak.

Perhaps it’s time for each of us to intentionally plant more positive, expansive seeds out there in the world. Words of love. Words of gratitude. Words that initiate cooperation. Words rooted in grace.

At the end of the day, the world will be the garden that we plant. What will it look like? Will it be a world ravaged by war, greed, jealousy, hate? Or will it be a world that flourishes in a state of grace? It is up to us to decide.

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Sigh | Sun dips in glass lake, apricot clouds color me. | Loon's call haunts my heart. | HartHaiku.com

Sigh | Sweet memories

sigh | |(sigh for) feel a deep yearning for (someone or something lost, unattainable, or distant).

In my case, a nostalgic remembrance of summer vacations at the lake, close to nature and family, release from worry or care, just being. Why does the loon’s call haunt me? In short, the significance to my parents. Loons mate for life. And the loon’s call over the lake during those sweet summer days.

Try to “just be” today, if you possibly can, and make some sweet memories. Embrace the ones you love. Feel gratitude for all of life’s gifts.

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Lifetime | Your life is precious, so spend your moments wisely. Tick-tock, tick-tock, oops they're gone! | HartHaiku.com

Lifetime | Cherish now

“Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn” are the profound last lines of the poem, Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day, by Delmore Schwartz. It’s a beautiful philosophical ponderation on the passage of time, with a particularly great wrap-up last stanza.

The seconds, minutes, hours tick away relentlessly. Our lives are busy, and inundated with many distractions and responsibilities. Lately I’m looking at my age and the years that have passed, and thinking, “Wow! It’s going faster than I ever could have imagined at age 18.”

Realistically, we don’t have time to sit around and ponder endlessly about the value of time and our lives. But, it’s useful to carve out a little time (from time to time) for such introspection. Because your life IS precious, and the clock IS ticking. Ask yourself in this moment, are you spending it the way you would really like to? In reply to that, I will close with the beginning lines of my own poem, called Tick-tock Madman:

That round evil man
with his shallow pretty face
leers from my wall.
Cruelly and incessantly
he chips away at my life
with his sharp little pick-axe.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

My days mete out
in an endless dribble of
task and responsibilities.
And he watches me.
Be on time, get it right!
Get up again, do it again.
And again, and again, and again.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The rest of the poem here:  Tick-tock Madman.  Food for ponderation, when you have time.

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Wild Interlude 2 | Lustrous diamond, blazing star, constant and true. Sol, we worship you. | HartHaiku.com

Wild Interlude 2 | The Sun

Inspirational Quotes:

“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”  ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.” ~ Helen Keller

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