There were a few occasions that I can remember vividly when my father went out of his way to let me know that he was thinking of me. He and I were alike in that we both loved to read. He was proud of my ability and that I enjoyed a good mystery like he did.
He was a traveling salesman for most of his working career. He loved to be on the road and chatting people up and I’m sure it was a relief for him to be away from home for a couple of days at a time and be on his own away from the duties of husband and father to six children.
Once, after being on the road for a few days, he returned home with a gift for me. He had brought me two Nancy Drew books. Nancy Drew was my idol and I had been reading the mystery series, written by Carolyn Keene (now whom I know is a pseudonym), for some time. I was thrilled at this gesture and have never forgotten the feeling of being singled out to receive this generous attention from him.
swallowtail kite swoops
golden rays light up the sky
moon glow calms the night
Join us at dVerse Poets Pub for Haibun Monday hosted by Lady Nyo, aka Jane Kahut-Bartels.
Posted by Bodhirose on January 9, 2017
I sit in silence by the shore of the river.
All my years of formal education pale
in comparison to the wisdom shared
by the simple lessons offered here.
The river flows downstream, never
against herself, there is no struggle.
Though there be large boulders and
clumps of weeds, she moves around
them with ease and leaves them be.
The riverbank supports the river,
her edges contain the waters that
rush by, sometimes a trickle, other
times raging rapids, but she remains
steadfast, ever composed and calm.
The river is alive. Her life force is
vibrant and energetic. The prana that
she emits is felt by all who approach,
they are immediately refreshed and
renewed by her golden aura.
All animals that need to drink from
her waters are treated equally, none
are turned away. They are served
with unvarying harmony and humility.
She provides homes and haven to the
myriad fish, frogs, turtles, snakes that
rely on her for their sustenance. And too
the land animals and birds look to her for
the life-giving fluid and foods that they
fish from her bountiful waters.
A current of power flows along with
her waters. It builds within itself
and bathes all who draw near with
invigorating showers of illumination.
If she ebbs or flows
it makes no difference.
She is here to give.
It is Abhra’s birthday today and he shared a beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore with us and asks what gift would we like to share: http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/06/poetics-what-is-your-gift/
At Sherry Blue Sky’s suggestion, I’m also linking this to Poets United for their prompt on teaching or teachers: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2015/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-teacher-one.html
Posted by Bodhirose on October 6, 2015