Monday, 7 September 2015

Hilltop



The sunset rock glows. Crimson hue’s melting and drenching the hill. An ear to the evensongs in bird-voice I walk alone in the woods. Leaves are still and so is my mind. Words have stopped fizzing. I have become Prayer itself. The evening star is out in a pink purple sky. Ah…let peace rain everywhere. Let joy kindle every heart. I pray for you little Aylan. You are my child too.

 

Night drips from the sky

A small tree on hilltop bursts

Silhouetted sorrow

 


Posted for Haibun Monday 1 @ dVerse

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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

44 comments:

  1. I have become prayer itself.

    What a cool line that is. Not that we just live praying, but that we are a living prayer.

    Aylan is all our child.

    Now what shall we do?

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  2. There cannot be a better place to contemplate and to remember the sadness of what has happened... and also get some strength from this hilltop.. The silhouetted sorrow is really says so much of that experience.

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  3. The way you entwined nature, spirituality and yourself is a marvel. Some very lyrical phrases, seeped in philosophy. The haiku is intense, illuminating, seductive, and so thought-provoking. So well done.

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  4. Beautiful writing, Sumana. One thought comes to my mind...let peace 'rain' and also let peace 'reign.' Really a lovely haiku!

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  5. Sumana, such beautiful lines can come only from your pen.

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  6. I've been thinking lately of life as a prayer..our thoughts and feelings all part of the universal soul...your story brings me down to earth and provides a frame for the images created..it is beautiful

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  7. I love the deep sense of silence, peace and spirituality ~ I specially love: I have become Prayer itself.

    Your haiku is exquisite with night dripping from the sky ~

    Thanks for being part of our Haibun Monday Sumana ~

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  8. Oh.. to take hate out of religion greaTest escape
    to bring heaven out of heal best respite..
    Oh.. religion will never go away..
    change comes from within...

    Aylan's tears
    God's eYes
    tale FEAR

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  9. The most beautiful poem I have read about that small child. This is gorgeous writing. Heartfelt and full of loving sorrow. I especially love "I have become Prayer itself" and "you are my child too." Lovely, Sumana.

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  10. I think you have captured the spirit of the haibun beautifully and I admire the fact that you have also managed to write about a very sad current event. May we all become prayers!

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  11. Your poem is gentle grief we can all relate to...with prayers for peace and even joy, in spite of a violent world. Thanks for your quiet hilltop view!

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  12. To become prayer itself is wonderful.

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  13. Beautiful sentiments in beautiful words.

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  14. Simply beautiful! To be able to quiet the mind and heart so as to listen and hear peace and joy, to be in communication with the Creator, is a wonderful thing. Peace, Linda

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  15. Becoming prayer itself...if we do that, we will do what is right.

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  16. Just beautiful, Sumana...becoming Prayer itself...is there anything more full of grace than that? And very touching words for little Aylan...I agree, he is all of ours.

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  17. I'm trying again. I failed at leaving a comment before...but I love the gentle and meditative feel of this, Sumana. And how beautiful to become Prayer itself. I so agree, little Aylan is all of ours.

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  18. my favourite part of this is the line, "I have become Prayer itself". What a wonderful description of communion with God!

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  19. "Night drips from the sky"--what a glorious line.

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  20. Oh, I just love this, filled with gently beauty, like its own meditation. Gorgeous.

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  21. I like how sacred this eve for you, how 'I have become Prayer itself. ~ wonderful! magical! 'Ah…let peace rain everywhere!' ~ I join your prayer.

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  22. The hilltop tree bursting with life confirms that we are all part of this beautiful continuous evolution of life as it makes its round. Beautifully written Sumana.

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  23. "silhouetted sorrow", i think that is gonna stick with me for a while

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  24. Beautifully written Sumana - I like the mix of prose and verse - along with the image it conveys a sense of dignity and wisdom

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  25. Ah…let peace rain everywhere.
    Let joy kindle every heart.

    How we had wished for peace but it is so elusive. Be it for the world or even for a loved one. Peace is a blessing when it does come.

    Hank

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  26. Visiting once more, Sumana. In rereading I think about the idea of becoming prayer itself. I think this is a good way of living oneself. BEING the prayer as one goes through each day. Thank you for this thought!

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  27. absolutely mesmerizing. wonderful place i felt while reading this lovely piece. reminds me of 'remember, be here now' by Ram Das

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  28. lovely and moving haibun, Sumana.
    Let's hope that little Aylan did not died in vain. :(

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  29. Leaves are still and so is my mind. Words have stopped fizzing. I have become Prayer itself.

    Such powerful lines..!!

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  30. this is definitely the most beautiful posting i have read concerning the dead child Aylan

    have a blessed Sunday Sumana

    much love...

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  31. Ah, the idea of becoming a prayer. Soothing. Love the last line of the haiku.

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  32. So beautiful and soothing ~ I especially like the line about becoming prayer itself. Lovely nature imagery, too ~ a perfect haibun.

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  33. This is very good writing. I keep reading it over and over and hearing something new each time.

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  34. Oh, Sumana, this child became everyone's child, but is no where so beautifully memorialized as here in this poem by one who knows the double edged sword of love and grief.

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  35. Loving it again this morning, especially "let peace rain everywhere." Yes, may it spread swiftly.

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  36. sad piece - and a most excellent style

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  37. These words seem to bring healing as they layer peace with it....amazingly perfect words in both parts...the haiku is heart wrenching.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  38. Exquisite. I feel that the hilltop evinces a peaceful strength to sooth the sorrow. Lovely writing.

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  39. I too, like the line about becoming prayer itself. I believe that whatever form our creativity takes, what we make is prayer.

    Elizabeth

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  40. this was a bittersweet poem. i could tell a mother's heartfelt plea in it.

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  41. I just love the colors and fluidity to this poem and the idea of "becoming a Prayer" so beautiful, Sumana.

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  42. A prayerful state does rejoice in the beauty of the simplest things: a sunset, evening star, creation at its finest moments. Aylan may not have made it to shore alive, but he is nestled in the bosom of the Father, as all innocent children are. That is my prayerful consolation.

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