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Thursday, February 01, 2007


[The High Priest card in The Secret Dakini Oracle deck]

You may have noticed my prayer to Ganesh (the elephant-headed Hindu Deity) in the sidebar. He is one of my favorite Deities. There's a week-long festival, Ganesh Chaturthi, every year in his honor, I gather usually the first week in September. I celebrated it in 2006 for the first time, setting up an altar dedicated just for Him. (Altars to various Deities tend to spring up around my apartment rather readily. Some remain, waxing and waning over the years, others exist only for a certain time and then are gone.)

Traditionally during the festival, Ganesh is given flowers, sweets, and valuables. Every morning after lighting the candles, I said my prayer to him, gave him a flower and a sweet, then sat quietly and gazed at the altar. Every evening at sunset I lit the candles, added another coin to the little gold bag on His altar, said a traditional prayer to Him, and stood in gratitude before the beauty of the altar.

One day of this festival as I stood quietly after the evening prayer and gift giving, I had these following thoughts:

August 28 to September 3
Thoughts after evening prayer on August 30, 2006

Kindness is not something we earn or deserve, it is a need. We are all imperfect. We are all broken, whether we are conscious of our wounds or not. In this respect, we are our brothers’ and sisters’ keepers: we all need to give and receive kindness.

Kindness is the purest gift we have to offer ourselves and each other. There’s little we can effectively give to others and to ourselves other than kindness, in thought, in word, in deed.

Kindness is limitless yet until we can tap into it for ourselves, we cannot truly give it to others. And the less kindness we give, the less we are able to give -- to others, to ourselves.

We do not have a personal supply of kindness that waxes and wanes, fills and empties. There is only one source, one well of kindness into which we all can tap. A limitless well, beyond our full comprehension. A profound well whose only purpose is to be tapped. It makes no demand or judgments of us and has no needs of its own. It is and it awaits our opening to it. Kindness: waiting, resonating, here, now, always.

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The reference to broken comes from the fact that one of Ganesh's tusks is broken. It is said He was acting as Shiva's scribe and when His pen no longer worked, He broke off one of His tusks to use as a pen. And, at least to my admittedly not extensive knowledge of Ganesh, He is known for His kindness, among so much else.

Traditionally in India, at the end of the festival the temple Ganesh statue is taken down to a body of water and submerged, with much wailing and mourning. My feeling is this represents a return of Ganesh to our collective unconscious, where He's always been. So at the end of the festival week I submerged one of my small Ganesh statues in water, dried Him off, put Him back on the altar, and covered the entire altar in a purple cloth. All the while thanking Him for His presence that week. I left the altar as it was for quite some time, then dismantled it. (I.e, returned the flowers, stones, gems, various Ganesh pictures and statues, etc. to the altars from which they originally had been borrowed.)

I'll close with a "found Ganesh." Years ago I worked across the street from Macy's Department Store in Manhattan, New York City. It was the Holiday Season and I just happened (for some long forgotten reason) to have a camera with me with one picture left on the roll. And this is what I stood in front of in awe and delight:

It may be hard to discern, but it's Ganesh as Santa Claus, sitting in a high-backed chair! His right arm is raised, there's a little animal/elf on His left shoulder, and His left hand is on His left knee. To be true, a traditional Ganesh would have four arms, but Deities appear in many different guises, times and places.

May the gifts of Ganesh be apparent in all our lives, in whatever form we need them. And may we remember to gift ourselves and others from the well of kindness that only waits for us to tap it.

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Resource: Ganesh on Wikipedia.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,


[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007


[Image: from a photo in the 1974 program of the second Star Trek convention ever held in New York City, which I attended -- I also attended the first in 1973. I'll be doing a post with pictures of my trekker memorabilia in the future :-D]

This month's dreamku have more scifaiku-like themes -- space, fairies, galaxies, Star Trek, etc. -- than I've come to expect, so may seem further from being haiku or even senryu than usual. There's also more humor than I usually note in a month's worth of my dream kus. Though humor is not unusual in regular or classic haiku by others and even in my scifaiku, it does tend to be in short supply in my dreamku. At least humor that I intend. :-)

A friend once said that she was quite puzzled by most of my dreamku, that they were rather different from "regular" haiku. I agree that the themes of my dream haiku are almost always quite different from non-dream haiku. However, what one of my dream haiku asks is to take on the dream image as if it were our own and see what that feels like, or what thoughts it generates. And how different is that from what non-dream haiku request of us? That is, non-dream haiku offer a moment for us to try on, or to get inside, as opposed to telling us what to experience or think.

So here are this month's dream haiku for you to try on. You can't get any of these "wrong," BTW. These are not puzzles to be figured out or solved. They are simply open for your experiencing ... if I've done my job well enough setting the dream stage, and have also resisted the urge to give too much stage direction. That last may be the case in a few of these dream haiku below, i.e. I've over-directed. But I survive to dire ... oops! ... write again. :-)


January 1, 2007

we transmute
into fairy-like slaves
I discover flight

January 2, 2007

no time off
computer glitches repeat
in my dreams

January 3, 2007

galactic journey
we seek the lost
steering mechanism

January 4, 2007

I turn his rage
into a silly food fight
fruit in my ear

January 5, 2007

she tries to get by
the knot in the food line
magic camp

January 6, 2007

quarantine...sunrise on the beach

January 7, 2007

she rinses me off
from head to foot
full service

January 8, 2007

the toddler wanders
through an adult-filled room
neck ache

January 9, 2007

she held us each
in her open-ended view
we release her now*

Based on a dream of 1/7/07 about my 86 year young friend
who just died. See my post “Tarot Reading for Nena,”
dated 1/3/07, in her memory.

January 10, 2007

the sudden free fall
of the elevator
surviving bottom

January 11, 2007

trying to hold
the river in a net
haiku after haiku

January 12, 2007

she’d offer a child
a wonderful heritage
gene envy

January 13, 2007

eons ago they
split into two species
their forbidden love

January 14, 2007

going places:
their wheelchairs draw power
from the third rail

January 15, 2007

grief numbs
she dances on the rocks to
reduce them to sand

January 16, 2007

George Clooney naked:
a cranky and stumbling
Greek statue

January 17, 2007

Moses the cat
rejects his usual food
where will this lead

January 18, 2007

influence trap
she paints the mask
a pale aqua

January 19, 2007

she takes over
my bedroom

January 20, 2007

I meet her in one
of her current three lives

January 21, 2007

jammed in the doorway
beware of old friends
bearing gifts

January 22, 2007

the huge tree extends
an intricate limb toward me

January 23, 2007

tricked into
meeting with the enemy
only exit

January 24, 2007

she distills symbols
for the day’s hurts

January 25, 2007

we stalk rich folk
in our old jalopy
moonlight joy ride

January 26, 2007

falling through space
at the speed of the earth
hanging on

January 27, 2007

snow on the way
dream of my father

January 28, 2007

whose butt is bigger
I both fear and want to win
this contest

January 29, 2007

the star ship crew
piles up in an orgy
Captain Kirk’s grin

January 30, 2007

Mama comes back to life
in good health
crowded kitchen*

Note of 1-30-07: After initially posting this ku as: Mama in good health//comes back from the dead//crowded kitchen, I felt uncomfortable. The word "dead" is so heavy in the context of what was a lovely dream, and the inversion between the first and second lines serves no purpose so it's awkward. Then as I was climbing the three flights of stairs to my apartment it hit me how I could improve on the ku – and the version above is what I've come to. Maybe all that climbing exercise got some blood to my poor brain? :-D

January 31, 2007

free and clear
her rain soaked
formal gown clings

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,


[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

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Sunday, January 28, 2007

HAIKU: Response to One Deep Breath Prompt of 1-29-07

a bare tree
against the moon
more than enough joy

[Image is The Hanged Woman/Spider Woman, in the The Animals Divine Tarot, by Lisa Hunt and is used by permission. For Spider Woman background, art, and a story visit Crystal Links.]

This week's prompt on One Deep Breath is to "take a closer, more contemplative look at your connection with nature." Please visit to read the full prompt and to see the wide and creative variety of others' responses.

Even more so than when writing the 'ku, I had a deeply contemplative time choosing an image to go with it. So thought I'd share the two "runners up" below. :-)

The Six of Disks (Pentacles) in The Thoth Tarot

The Ten of Swords in The Tarot of the Spirit

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,


[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

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Photo by Tara Bradford, used by permission.

A friend recently sent me the below link to an amazing video. It runs about 8 minutes, and is worth every second, and then some. The very brief introduction is in French, but the video itself is a performance piece with music. I sat spell bound, as if I were reading an endless series of classic linked haiku. Each moment both familiar and a surprise. My own non-traditional haiku response is below this link to the video:

Jerome Murat Video
"Forget the technic, look inside you...," by segalier, site owner

reborn, the face
of his long lost heart
his own

And the above haiku is only one response of many, many I had. The response that has the most immediate personal relevance. I leave it up to you to have your own response(s), to absorb and marvel at it all!

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,


[aka: Patricia Kelly]

****If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.