Cloister of the Heart : haiku my heart

Friday, January 6, 2012

haiku my heart

vastness stretch my heart

an eternal sky canvas

both empty and full

Linking to the wonderful Recuerda mi Corazon : haiku my heart : http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/2012/01/haiku-my-heart.html where you will find many others offering their words of beauty, like pearls on a string.

blessings

Hettienne

15 comments:

SpadomanJanuary 6, 2012 at 4:00 PM
I love that thought, "both empty and full". The sky is exactly that way, isn't it. Full of the sun, moon, stars and clouds. Full of the wind which we cannot see. Many thoiughts about the natural part of things today. I like the idea that we are all thinking alike. Maybe the same on some weird unexplainable level.

Peace
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carol l mckennaJanuary 6, 2012 at 4:02 PM
Wonderful post ~ awesome photos and haiku warms my heart ~ thanks, namaste, Carol (A Creative Harbor)
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Helen CampbellJanuary 6, 2012 at 6:43 PM
I love photos of clouds moving across the sky. Your wonderful haiku fits perfectly.
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*jean*January 6, 2012 at 7:11 PM
a beautiful haiku...and those sky shots!!! gorgeous...happy friday, hettienne
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gmaJanuary 6, 2012 at 7:13 PM
Yes both empty and full.
Love that!
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peggy gattoJanuary 6, 2012 at 7:42 PM
I just love looking up at the skies!!
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Magical Mystical TeacherJanuary 7, 2012 at 12:51 AM
What you ask for, you shall receive! Oh, yes, you will be stretched--but not beyond what you can bear!

Ten Thousand Rooftops
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Priti LisaJanuary 7, 2012 at 1:56 AM
Another beauty Hettienne. ♥♥♥
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AnonymousJanuary 7, 2012 at 3:07 AM
oh, your blog is always so filled with beauty. What a treasure you are.
Namaste.
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MeriJanuary 7, 2012 at 3:17 AM
A canvas indeed, with a lovely palette morning, noon, and night.
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Noelle ClearwaterJanuary 7, 2012 at 7:39 AM
So beautiful Hetienne. It is an eternal canvas, empty of all except what you can imagine and full of your hearts desires and the bright promise of love. Lovely images and words.
Peace and Light,
Noelle
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MaritJanuary 7, 2012 at 12:33 PM
Early morning in the Netherlands and your blog is the first I visit today - Now I am wide awake because of your haiku and photo, ready to spend the day with ink and paint and I will have your words in the back of my mind: 'eternal sky canvas'. Wow, what possibilities! Thanks for making this day start of so wonderful!
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A Bit of the BlarneyJanuary 7, 2012 at 5:30 PM
Clouds, sunrises and sunsets seem to draw me closer to the Divine. Your pictures and Haiku are grand!!! Thank you! Cathy
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rebeccaJanuary 9, 2012 at 1:16 AM
dear one,
thank you for being here, sharing your beauty and taking us in.

"vastness stretch my heart"
is so powerful and welcome. yes, S T R E T C H me!
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Fran aka RedondowriterJanuary 21, 2012 at 6:23 AM
And your photos and words for this post are beautiful, too, Hetienne. You are very attuned to the sacred.
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My life as a Pilgrim to sacred places

Pilgrimage and sacred ritual is my foremost spiritual practise. Raised Dutch Reformed Protestant, the rich lustre of sacred and holy places offered a well of inspiration for my parched soul. My travels have taken me to many different religions, cultures and traditions. You will see on the internet that I have written on many aspects of the spiritual journey. Until I came into contact with the mystical side of Christianity. My first ritual I attended was the festival of Archangel Michael in Mont Sant'Angelo in Italy, then visiting Padre Pio. Then followed walking the pilgrimage of Bridgid, the sacred well and labyrinth in Kildare, Ireland. And that is when my art appeared in the form of paintings. Ritual grounded in the knowing of the unconscious, awakens us from the dream of habitual seeing and thinking. The conscious mind lacks the ability or maybe the neural pathway to communicate the new-found wisdom intellectually, and thus the expression through art steps in. Well, that is only my experience and understanding, of course. But I had not been an artist till I participated in sacred ritual.

My stay at Lourdes and participating in the rituals daily, turned me into a full time artist.

When one participates in a ritual (probably any ritual, but when you regard it as sacred, you add a certain 'light' to it) you are transported into a different time and space : colors are different; the light is different; everything has meaning and the ordinary become extra-ordinary. My art novena for Lourdes in particular, highlights my statement that our lives are the altar to the Divine and I strive to capture that numinosity of the sacred ritual in my photographs and altars. I only started creating sacred altars on my return from Lourdes. These small shadowboxes are vignettes, a moment in time in the life of ordinary human beings, lifted out of the mundane into the numinous, merely by seeing life as sacred.

Wisdom of Oscar Wilde

“It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style. They affect us just as vulgarity affects us. They give us an impression of sheer brute force, and we revolt against that. Sometimes, however, a tragedy that possesses artistic elements of beauty crosses our lives. If these elements of beauty are real, the whole thing simply appeals to our sense of dramatic effect. Suddenly we find that we are no longer the actors, but the spectators of the play. Or rather we are both. We watch ourselves, and the mere wonder of the spectacle enthralls us.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

"In an old song the Mother sings: 'My sleeping is my dreaming, my dreaming is my thinking, my thinking is my wisdom.' She is the bed we are born in, in which we sleep and dream, where we are healed, love and die. In her wisdom we remember day's broken images and carry them down into dreams where their motions roll into shadows and root, growing into stories." ~Meinrad Craighead

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. ~Rumi

I am the mother of fair love and of respect and of knowledge and of holy hope. In me is all grace of the way and of the truth; in me is all hope of life and of virtue - Ecclesiasticus 24:24.

OPEN FLOWER

Near your breastbone there is an
Open Flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells!
Sound of bells!
Kabir says: Friend, listen this is what I have to say:
The guest I love is inside me!
~Kabir

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