Haiku My Heart
August 3, 2012
Every Friday we gather. It's habit. It's fun. It's time to be poetic and share small moments of our lives with others via stories, photos and poetry in the form of haiku. To see more and find out to to participate, go to Rebecca's recuerda mi corazon.
The tunnel curves right
Or left from the other side
Which way will you choose
No, not talking about the upcoming election and which dogma you’re going to vote for when I ask which way you’ll choose. No, it’s more like the words of a couple of lines of the David Byrne song, “Independence Day” from his solo Rei Momo album in 1989, which fit neatly into the 5-7-5 haiku format:
This compass points in
Two directions. And North and
South are both the same
The yin and yang of all things. Or Einstein’s theory that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I believe it is that way in life. When an Elder passes to the next world, somewhere, a new life is born. When there is happiness and joy, somewhere is sorrow. Just like that tunnel, it just depends on which way you might be traveling on the road.
The traffic pattern in that tunnel may not be totally equal at any given moment, but can anyone tell me with total certainty that it doesn’t eventually even itself out?
I don’t look for this equalization pattern in my every day life experience, but I realized just today that I probably take it for granted. Yet I sometimes feel it when it happens and places the karma directly in my path. Maybe I should pay more attention. Maybe the pacemaker was placed there, high on the left side of my chest, near my heart, and is working so the master plan can be even. Maybe we’re all just waiting for our opportunity to be a yang to some other ying.
I have felt out of balance because of the pacemaker thing. It has indeed affected my mind and is not just an apparatus implanted in my chest. I don’t know how many beats of my heart are generated by the electrical impulse of the Medtronic device and how many are my own and still generated by being alive.
And what about the roundness of life. There is no beginning. There is no end to the circle. There is no one in front or behind. At any place on the circle we are present. At any time in the cycle of life or standing on the round globe as the round Grandfather Sun moves in a circular motion and the round Sacred Earth Mother spins around with Grandmother Moon chasing. Does the pacemaker keep me in rhythm for a reason?
How the ocean waves and river currents round the edges of a squared off or oblique edged stone. How we wear, from our rounded fingertips, the edges of objects we touch, and over much time and use, turn the object into a roundness.
Obscure thoughts? Maybe. But maybe they have come to me to say something to someone, send a message or just remind me how precious life is. Something I might have needed to hear so another occurrence could take place to complete another circle somewhere, in this life, on this planet, in this solar system, within the chambers of our hearts.