Category: Freedom

Haiku 5-7-5

I hear a bird’s song

I look to see where he is

Then I see sweet bird

His song is music

His notes bring joy and sweet glee

I am happy now

He flies away, then

I am alone with my thoughts

I wonder once more

River Mine and Yours

Lazy, tired, easy water

Slow green color

Slowly moving

Past me

I become

A leaf or a branch

That is hanging just within reach

Of lapping murmuring water

That now

And

Again

Quenches my thirsty surface…

Drops

Fall back

Into the

River

Only to be lightly splashed

Back

Onto a welcoming me

Longing to have such

Light spray

On

My

Parched

Soul…

Excerpt from my article “Immigrant Lebanese”

I know from the beginning of time all peoples migrate – short distance or long distance – looking for something other than what they have, hoping for a better existence. To begin with Phoenicians were cut out for migration, being sailors and merchants, this was a given. They’re natural risk takers, sailing sometimes into total unknown. Life taking them up and down like the waves under their boats but as usual they continue through the ups and the downs. I guess this life appealed to them more than just stagnation….

My promise to me

i want to be bubbly

light and happy

i want to truly taste

the beauty

of life

i want to feel

more happiness

than ever

before

in all aspects of life

i want to discover

all the joy

that’s possible

in life

i want to know

beyond all doubt

that whatever

i think

whatever i want

i can be and have

more haiku happiness

i love the beach breeze

that blows all over my spirit

i am a new soul

it’s good to be new

energy abounds and how

i fly like a bird

i close my eyes now

and behold the freedom sweet

i leave satisfied