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Haiku: Best Part of Waking Up

on July 30, 2017

Summer dawning sounds
Birds begin the melody
Background locusts buzz

Whistling kettle shrills
Morning paper lands with thud
Coffee time complete


14 responses to “Haiku: Best Part of Waking Up

  1. A lovely ode to the sounds of morning Ina, how comforting those regular sounds can be when they mean still, silent time to enjoy.

  2. You have a rare gift of observation. A fervent mind indeed.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Thanks, Heath. Your comments make me feel good about myself. ❤

      • The feeling is mutual. I genuinely appreciate you and although we are beings behind computer screens, technology also gives us an opportunity to form unique and well meaning relationships. It’s not all bad. I embrace it. Helps us grow and unify our human consciousness and hopefully we are playing our small part in creating a better future, where we can interact as society without race, age, gender, class barriers, and all the rest. But through sharing stories and inspiring each other. Much love to you. So much respect ♥

  3. vivachange77 says:

    I feel the same way about you. We have grown a unique bond out of the exchange of our words. I agree we are expanding our world views. I feel young and filled with purpose having a conversation with you. This is a global world in need of empathy, love and respect for people different from our selves if it is to survive all the bitterness and mean-spiritedness running rampart. I do believe that the connection we have is part of creating a new way of building bridges. You are a fine person and my friend. My love to you. ❤

  4. Philip Kamau says:

    This is a subtle explanation of Spiritual Awakening, characterized by benedictions.

  5. vivachange77 says:

    Sometimes spiritual experience cannot even be put into words – except in poetry.

  6. I love mornings like this one.

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