I want to feel more rhythm
in the music
in the poetic rhyme.
I want to feel the movement
To hurl my heart into rapture
And my mind into a syncopated ecstasy
That puts me on course
To be one, to feel love deep in my heart chambers
So I will never have to seek outside of myself
To feel the waves, light and energies
Of the rhythm of life to its fullest… love
Haiku
1) Breath & Wetland
Breath moves, unseen still—
reeds whisper in wetland hush,
light breaks on water.
2. Qi & Cosmos
Fragments of warm light—
Qi drifting across the world,
Wetlands’ heart rises.
3. Tide-Breath / Body-Mist
Tide-breath turns slowly,
fog lifts through this old body—
nothing sought or missed.
Music-rhythm, poem-rhythm,
Like a fly-wheel, whirling my mind into a syncopated love-bliss
directing me toward myself again.
Feel the one heart—
lit with love so full.
Allow the waves to rise,
the energies to gather.
The Goddess, then and only then, feels the rhythm of life
at its fullest.
the light of whirling love, is where the
Energy rises.
And the mind as a syncopated, continuous regeneration,
That is where the Goddess of
love breathes itself awake—
needing nothing beyond itself.
Waves come.
Energies gather.
The whole rhythm of life
unfolds as love over and over again.
1. Abstract Lyrical — Wetlands as Cosmic Rhythm
The rhythm—
that rises from wetlands
where reeds whisper in pentameter
and water keeps its own generative pulse.
The movement—
heart leaping like a majestic heron into the sky,
mind opening into the syncopated light-
shimmering and fracturing on tidal flats.
There, a hidden way is revealed
in the hush between cattails,
Where the frogs mate, the gators mourn, and the tides inhale and exhale,
As the mud-sludge’s memory recalls every footprint.
This is cosmic Love in the wetlands,
not sought, not seized—
lifting me into the realm where the breath
of life unfolds, again
and again.
wetland’s rhythm—
where reeds tremble
and tide-mud dreams open.
Where Heart is a sudden wingbeat,
The heron rides the wind into easy rapture.
Mind energy in the synapses,
Within this old body
Seeks nothing:
Can you hear the marsh’s breath?
Everything in its own rhythm.
Everything is love.
Breath moves, unseen, yet present
In the wetland hush, reeds speak.
Light spreads its warmth on water
in refracted fragments.
The Breath of Qi, is with the world.
The Heart-chamber, rises.
Nothing sought.
Nothing missing.
The tide-breath—
where love gathers itself.
Haibun — Tide-Breath
Breath moves through wetlands, though nothing stirs. Reeds lean into the hush, each one holding a thin thread of silence. Light loosens across the water’s surface—warm fragments drifting outward, as if Qi itself were spreading its calm through the world. The heart rises with that same slow tide, a rhythm without name, old as mud, older than memory. Nothing to seek. Nothing missing. Only this subtle turning, where fog gathers and lifts through the body, the way spirit once lifted through earth.
breath in wetland hush—
as the world exhales.
Tide-breath widens. The wetlands thin at its edges, almost dissolves. Marsh air, low sky, the soft pull of Qi across the water—everything becomes one continuous motion. Love appears without arriving, like mist forming.
tide-breath turning slow—
into open sky
Art by Kate W 