Monday, November 30, 2015

Tavan Bogd

Tavan Bogd mountains
the noise - growing intense
on the border
listening to shaman drums
the neighbors dream of peace


Sunday, November 29, 2015


Joachim Beuckelaer, 1560

Beyond dispute
the tastes are different
when a table is covered

Read more at: Magpie Tales

Saturday, November 28, 2015

First snow

night walk
where did the full moon hide

seasonal greetings
I taste snow morning
in old shoes

first steps
the wind stumbles in the snow
every year


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Friday, November 27, 2015


flying deer
when we have reached a hilltop
on the rock

magma World tree
that shamans climb
meet the spirit

through deer antlers
mighty deities talk
life and death

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Sacred valley

Stronger wind
climbing one of the dunes
reached the top

belted brain bravery
stretched around the valley

how vague –time dimension
carvings of Tuvan world


Tuesday, November 24, 2015


Falling leaves
covered up underground
a roof of winterers

Read more at: CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: paradox

Reading nature

Bare couture
who cares in transparent age
play-sky dive open

on fly, so vital
puddingly cruel
lambs-like entourage

in flower facets
true-read  yellow-violet cups

Sunday, November 22, 2015

The thought

painting by Rubens Peale

I had the thought
hasn’t reached the pen
hasn’t made to field
of lines and spaces
tides and ebbs.

Its flesh filled fall
drifts in the holy mist
light cloud
above abyss’
hidden secrets.

Tamed magpie
hazelnut eye pass
a glitter ring in the beak
who dares to lost
the last word to speak…

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Magpie Tales , The Sunday Whirl 

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Thursday, November 19, 2015


Vistas Altai Mountains ~ wallpapers

Eagle’s wide vista
from the peak of Altai
hills breathe peacefully.

Serrated snow tops
punctured grey sky vista
to storm.

Shaman song
a new vista
to faith.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015


Credits: Ovoo (Sacred stones) ~ courtesy of  Chèvrefeuille

Altai Mountains
follow the path of the shaman
altar of sacred stones

Cairn of ovoo
on the top of mountains
small stone in my sandal

strewed sand in the face
spirit passing Altai steppes –
honking of the horn

rewinding time
traveling safe journey
I add my story

at the end of summer
a blue khadag open sky
light the fire

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Siren moon

siren moon
on far side of harbor
in your eyes

At night


Spirits dancing
hip hits hip
in the rain

tapping knees
arms flying grotesquely
up & down
in sync

who…who…who is there?
I turn to the right
side of the bed

Monday, November 16, 2015


'Presence' by Cynthia Ligeross

thoughts mooring
to dawn

heartening intention
throughout the day

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Shaman way

EDWARD Putintsev Altai. Falls Korb. 1954

Shaman leans to the chest
kantele strings through the heart

in teepee
hot stones meditative trance
shamanic tea

waterfall rocks
gather pace with a song
focal moment

Friday, November 13, 2015

Forever falling

etsy ~ Emily Newman Art

become thinner and thinner
the falling leaves

go on
follow to the next page
I turn slowly

my calendar
keeps winter days under cover
age to treasure

new colors and shades
throughout each breath
my palette

the hidden suppressed cells
meaning of life

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Raindrops on bamboo...

yellow bamboo ~

tan renga*

raindrops on bamboo
shimmer in the sunlight
little diamonds

© Chèvrefeuille

in the rough, growing faster
as the day chasing the night

© humbird

*A Tan Renga looks similar with the tanka, but there is a difference. A tanka is written by one poet and a Tan Renga is written by two poets, it's a short chained renga of two stanzas.

Eternal song

by dmkdmkdmk ~ 

Shepherd’s herd
scattered among the meadow
counted in.

Eternal life
happily ever after
molasses treat.

Lowing cows
how far is the Milky way
the song.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

By the way

Lyn Perry 'Birch grove and clouds' ~

follow the blueprints
how deep is the water
to revelation

a birch grove
black and white passage
into the mist eerie bush

I walk between trees
caught in dim light
the shadows

At the meadow

at the meadow of hearts –
love potion

in his eyes
all others reflected –
awaken flower

Monday, November 9, 2015

The Emperor

Altai mountains, Siberia, Russia ~

Main source of solace
the mountain Emperor
above the river.

Above the river
built-up magma peak
happy nest of mighty eagle.

Happy nest of mighty eagle
prolonging its kind

Saturday, November 7, 2015


November sweeps,
Shuffling the leaves -
a custodian,
his lisping voice
colliding vowels
in crispy air,
the clouds
bear sorrow, despair,
triggered the mystery
of expulsion
lives and deeds;
tapping in greeting attempt
the knees of
surrounding curbs,
he wrings twigs’ wrists,
turns outward dreams,
inviting to miracle
divination event,
asking: what for  
you wish
to experience
a shining 'aha' moment…

November swaggers
leaf through the lives

MMT ~ Whirligig #32

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Thursday, November 5, 2015

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Lighten step

Your hair is not brown1
thoughts of belated Messiah
lighten step

by the window
tranquil palms in our eyes
keeping balance

we dream
pre vailed underlying yet
quantum leap

1 The line from Paul Celan poem "Your hand"  .

Read more at CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI , where our host/guru  Chevrefeuille   introducing 'leap linkage' haiku technique. Thank you!

Monday, November 2, 2015

Altai Mountains

Altai Mountains

Steppes by steppes
Climbing to the top of mountains
Vagabond wind.

From the peak of Altai
Starring suns of valley
In the grass.

Eagle cry
Over the mountains
Spirit heading home.

Harmony seeds

I follow your steps,
October pensive,
or was it happened
just short three days back…
I still keep catching
those leaves’ accelerated rag
with squeaky branches,
tired limbs,
and palms so trustingly unfolded
to feel the mutter
of the wind…

Its plum-cheeks pout
while blows under tires
and values,
not knowing calmness
wild ghosts/goblins jump
through thin wall vail
between calamity
and fortune,
and salted hours
saved at the fall
glass jar.

The slanted sky
all wrinkled with a flock-
migrating souls/birds,
so difficult embrace
the harmony of broken
summer walk,
and slept through sparrow
mistakenly  will poke 
first snow rice
dissolved in the minutes…

Whirligig #31 by MMT

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #31

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Sunday, November 1, 2015


November greets
with falling leaves and stars…
through vessels/veins
beneath each stone
in search
for maiden name of dusty body,
forgotten words…
unable cope, embrace the loss
the weeping kin,
still hope to hear dear voice…
and autumn bleeding
with blue fires…

Note: Dedicated to the tragedy with Russian plane crashed in Sinai, killing all 224 people on board.