in the mirror held
frog’s silvered reflection – still
in the otherworld
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surrounded by waves
pondering – so profoundly
even the mud hears
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soundly – frog stamps
on ripples – the universe
his seal of fate
in the mirror held
frog’s silvered reflection – still
in the otherworld
.
surrounded by waves
pondering – so profoundly
even the mud hears
.
soundly – frog stamps
on ripples – the universe
his seal of fate
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walking cobbled streets
grown from Templar’s founding – now
echo with their ghosts
.
ancient towns standing
testament to existence
buildings as headstones
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which ones shall we slay –
will god recognise his own
let his will be done
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is not mother church
a place of refuge – so lies
each genderless body
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even now decay
models durability –
our impermanence
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Now a modern city of ~ 75,000 people, the Massacre of Beziers took place in Languedoc, France, in 1209 A.D. The city was sacked by crusades against the ‘heretic’ Cathars and accounts suggest up to 20,000 were put to the sword.
Churches were broken open and those that had sought refuge were slain – up to 7,000 in the Church of St. Magdalene. The crusaders did not respect the supposed inviolable sanctity of church ground.
It is alleged that when asked how to recognise the heretics from the townsfolk, the Abbot replied ‘kill them all – god will recognise his own’.
Rather than God and Satan, Cathars considered that perhaps there were two gods – one good, one bad. The papal church viewed this as Satanism. The Cathars viewed the humans as the encapsulated souls of genderless angels. Perhaps they were right for the subject of sex returns to plague the modern day Church.
We shall never know their true beliefs as Catharism was destroyed along with most of its relics and works and their religion likely forms the root of the word ‘catharsis’ – to discharge pent-up emotions, probably from the torture that was used to encourage the betrayal of friends and family, a lack of zeal for which was considered to be a lack of commitment for the One True Church – or to expunge a problem.
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oh – don’t miss a beat
my heart of glass – fragile!
encapsulated
.
plants remaining still
while all about lay strewn
fallen petals – shards
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oh sky overhead –
where is heaven for flowers
seven colours meld
.
falling from the sky
rinsing spectra from the clouds
to lie upon snow
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snowflakes upon snow –
trails I once walked – blanketed
run-ways to the stars
.
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with a lantern search
the gloom of this world – darker
for a deathless me
.
behind a black veil
a life-full of dark secrets
will you choose: I do
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an arranged marriage
will we make an old couple
wedded to this world
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dew to quench the fire
shall I ever be alone
do not fear to leave
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in this shadow world –
this nether-nether land –
is there still magic?
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Contributed to the haiku-heights theme: Dusk Continue reading
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so patiently does
oblivion wait for me
as I wait for you
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bravely tempting – fate!
come and catch me – I’m calling
time through your fingers
.
shadow existence
oh – come again in a breath:
gone in a heart-beat!
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Contributed to the haiku-heights theme: Death Continue reading
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all things are new
ten thousand times have been but
now nothing is old
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