Walking on

An image on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai caught my attention.   Chevrefeuille has offered it as a haiku prompt for his theme for September “Imagination Without Limits”.  I have posted the haiku I wrote in response below the image.


finding a path
on into the unknown
– leap of faith

To explain what I mean by this haiku I have to refer to an obscure branch of astrology.   In the 1930s a clairvoyant ascribed an image to every degree of the zodiac.  These images are now known as the Sabian Symbols.   Dane Rudhyar, the  “father” of modern astrology has interpreted the images and provided a commentary in his book, An Astrological Mandala.    http://www.mindfire.ca/An%20Astrological%20Mandala/An%20Astrological%20Mandala%20-%20Contents.htm

The degree of my Pisces sun is 11 degrees.  The Sabian Symbol for this degree is ‘Men Traveling A Narrow Path, Seeking Illumination.’  Dane Rudhyar interprets this image as –

“The capacity inherent in every individual to seek at whatever cost entrance to a transcendent realm of reality.
This refers to the ancient and eternal symbol of the Path of Discipleship.  The greatness of man is that he can always be greater; and the belief—-deeply rooted in men’s inner nature—that if he fulfills the necessary conditions he can find ‘Elder Brothers’ who have already attained a higher level of consciousness and will transfer their attainment and light to him.  The Path is always open to the pure in heart, the mentally aware, the conqueror of emotions and the spiritually self-mobilized …  Someone can show him the Path, but he alone can do the walking.  Thus the Zen injunction:  WALK ON.”

In these times of tremendous upheaval as we move into the Age of Aquarius I find myself using the words “Walk On” as a mantra.


prompt:   http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com.au/2017/09/carpe-diem-1248-ending-road.html


Chasing Butterflies

Prompt:   https://ontheroadprompts.wordpress.com/2017/08/18/chasing-butterflies/     

                                                                chasing butterflies
                                                        deep into spring mountains
                                                               I have  become lost
                                                                                                   – Hisajo



                                      lost 1

                                                       losing my way
                                             in the forests of the mind
                                                  – this way or that?


                                                        this way or that?
                                                      a third way opening
                                                          in the silence



My daughter is studying sociology.   At present she is learning about the sociology of health.  In her last lecture she discovered that health is directly related to socio-economic status.   The people at the very top of the tree are the healthiest of all.   They are measurably healthier than those even just one step below them.   The reason for this is that they have complete autonomy.   Also they are free of money worries.

That explains why the Queen of England is so hale and hearty and why she smiles so magnanimously on her subjects.   She can afford to.

Over here in Australia her subjects are paying record prices for domestic energy.  The cost is so high some people are being forced to live without heating this winter.  

Our  Prime Minister met with the leaders of the energy companies and urged them to consider the plight of those on lower incomes.  They all agreed it was a matter of great concern then they all nodded and smiled for the photo shoot.   Beyond that they did nothing.    The Queen, of course, was not present at the meeting and it was no surprise to discover she has made no comment on the issue.

                                   gas bill


prompt:   https://pixtowords.com/2015/09/06/pic-and-a-word-challenge-1-discovery/

Rolling Stones

The staff in the local Salvation Army Op Shop love to play the old vinyl records that are donated.   As I wander around looking for a bargain amidst the bewildering detritus of other people’s lives Bob Dylan asking plaintively  “How does it feel it be a rolling stone?”

Now there’s a song that takes me back – visions of my brother as a young teen, his long brown hair flopping in his eyes as he puts Dylan on the turntable in his suburban bedroom.   Just what year is this I wonder as I gaze at the second hand books.   On the top shelf a box of floppy discs sits beside a pile of tattered magazines.  On the cover of one a girl with big hair models a jacket with wide shoulder pads.

Leaving the books I move through the rest of the store as Bob Dylan continues to wail.  I have to be in the mood for these places and that mood can quickly evaporate as I breath in the stale odours of outdated material goods.  In the second hand clothing section I come across an African girl fingering the lacy cloth of a dress.   She looks to be more at home than I feel.  Quite a few African refugees have settled in this town over the past few years.

In the next aisle I walk past a Middle Eastern couple.   The woman is in full hijab and the elderly man beside her is in a long pale blue robe.   We don’t see many people in such clothes down this way.  This couple look like new arrivals and I imagine a welfare agency directed them to the Salvos to get some basic household goods.    They look the other way as I pass and I wonder how it must feel to be refugees from a country many here see as some kind of enemy.

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prompt:   https://pixtowords.com/2017/08/06/levels-pic-and-a-word-challenge-99/




Just before dawn I had a strange dream –

      An old man was driving on a wet mountain road.    His car spun out of control on a slippery patch and crashed into an embankment.   The man, affectionately known as Bobby, died on impact.

                    There was a moment’s silence then Bobby’s soul broke free from his body.   It soared up like smoke and disappeared into the unknown.

The dream woke me up and I lay in my bed thinking.   Personally, I’m not ready to go yet. I have many more things I want to do.   I hope I have more time, I hope I have more time.


I wrote this haiku in response to my prompt for this week on my haiku prompt site On The Road prompts

The prompts are always open.   If this week’s prompts doesn’t appeal to you maybe you will find one that does by reading back through previous prompts.   It is also worth clicking on the links to responses others have written.  They are well worth reading.  Each week I am inspired and humbled by the thoughtful and creative responses others are writing.


Now and then

Here’s a response to my “On the Road” prompt.  It breaks all the rules and is not so much a haibun as a hyphen – a pause between one state and another.

The prompt:

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road


“I set out on a journey of a thousand leagues, packing no provisions. I leaned on the staff of an ancient who, it is said, entered into nothingness under the midnight moon.” -Matsuo Basho, The Record of a Weather-exposed Skeleton – his first travel travel journal.



Jack was standing beside a pile of battered suitcases on the pavement when an old Japanese man wandered up.   They got chatting.   The older man introduced himself as Mat.

“I had a feeling I’d catch up with you along the road,” Jack said.  “It’s that kind of road.”

“Do you know where we are exactly?”   Mat asked.  “I seem to have lost my bearings.”

“I think we’re on the astral planes,” Jack said.  “I’m pretty sure we’re dead,”

“I thought that might be the case,” Mat mumbled.  “We must be wandering the bardos.   Some call it the 4th dimension – the realm of thought forms, conditioned responses and old cultural ideas.”

“That makes sense,” Jack mused.   “I’ve been stuck in an idea for a while now.  I’m waiting for Godot but I don’t think he’s going to show up.”

“He always did have his own agenda,” Mat said dismissively.   “Do you want to wander on with me for a bit.  I could do with some company.”

Jack agreed and they set off together.   Around a bend in the road they came across an old Japanese style inn.  “I remember that inn,” said Mat.    “I wrote a haiku about it after a bad night there on my journey  to the Deep North.”
Fleas, lice,
a horse pissing
by my bed
– Matsuo Basho

Jack laughed.  “That’s a good one,” he said.  “I wrote something similar myself once”.
I went in the woods
to meditate –
It was too cold
– Jack Kerouac

Mat smiled and the pair wandered on reminiscing about their journeys and sharing haiku.  As they passed through a particularly scenic valley Jack asked, “Do you ever wish you could go back to the physical?   Sometimes I’d really like a drink.   The thought form of  bourbon ain’t the same as the real thing.”

“I’m always travelling,” Mat reflected as he quoted his last haiku.
Travelling, sick
My dreams roam
On a withered moor.
 – Matsuo Basho

“Sometimes I still feel the pull of the physical,” he said, “but these days I’m striving to get to the next level.   The 5th dimension.”

“Yes, it’s calling me too,” said Jack.  “I’m just not sure of the way.”

Mat straightened up and the years fell away.   “You open your heart and follow your joy,” he said with authority.

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