Friday, July 11, 2008

the Moment long awaited arrives and Princess Haiku receives her Chrysanthemum Seedlings



I was expecting five seedlings from King's Mums and was gifted with a sixth chrysanthemum which makes that one more special. They arrived in a small UPS box which I can't imagine is a very pleasant experience for a tiny plant. However, they arrived intact and their sojourn in the confines of a dark box was brief. That is more than most of us can say. I can remember whole seasons in my life when I confined my spirit to darkness and limitation. Well, no more. The journey of these rare flowers will lead all who follow their path into light.



After shaking the seedlings gently from the dark soil in the plastic bag, I untangled their roots. My flute teacher is guiding me on the intricacies of the chrysanthemum path and advised me to plant them in little peat pots. That way I won't have to disturb the delicate roots when I transplant them into the large green planter boxes awaiting them. Speaking of which there weren't enough drainage holes in the planter boxes and mayhem resulted when I had to empty all the soil out to drill more holes. This is a lesson. Don't rush the process.



I tried to keep track of what variety each little plant was and then decided not to bother. After all, the plants will announce their colors and beauty as they bloom.


The seedlings will be moved from the little peat pots, sitting in red pots eventually into the planter boxes. They will tell me when they are ready.



Chrysanthemums should not be overwatered per instructions in the booklet, King's Mums sent me as this is a leading cause of chrysanthemum demise. -Not a pleasant thing to think about but life and death are so intertwined that it is really impossible to discuss one and not the other.




The seedlings will stay in the peat pots for one week while buds form. My understanding is that three buds are allowed to grow on top of the plant and others are removed. This is so that the chrysanthemum plant grows in the formation of the trinity; mother goddess, daughter and holy spirit. Well- this is my interpretation.

My flute teacher said to polish the buds with the mind. That when you are caring for your chrysanthemums you think of nothing else other than the flower. One is to bring full awareness into the care and nurture of the plants. Outside thoughts and the world must not intrude on the process.

Poetic meditation upon plants destined for perfection prepares the spirit for growth. Perhaps tonight, I will dream about my tiny seedlings, with all of their potential for striking transformation into creatures of dazzling beauty. But I must not anticipate and must enjoy fully their current small green, delicate nature. One must enter fully the moment the plant is in at all times.

Eventually, if they all survive I will have a 1) Golden Rain Spider 2) two Fleur De Lis Spider, 3 Orchid Spider 4 (Icicles Spider and 5) the gift spider of a Golden Splendor.

The summer stretches before me as a miraculous pathway into pristine beauty and perfection. I wish my skin was the magenta of a Fleur De Lis and my mind; icicles white. Well, the journey of these rare flowers will unfold all in good time. All we must do is follow.

sparkle of the Chrysanthemum within

My chrysanthemums will flash into brilliance and color, illuminating the heavens and everyone who views them thought, Princess Haiku. Any day now my seedlings will arrive in a UPS package from King's Mums.


What miracles of spirit will they become?


There will be five and whom will they grow for?


Time, water, sunlight and patience will reveal their secrets.


I am excited to embark on the way of the Chrysanthemum.


Will you come with me?


Let this journey of a rare flower begin.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Tomorrow they arrive!

My chrysanthemum seedlings are supposed to arrive tomorrow from King's Mums and I am ready for them. -Well, almost ready. A friend suggested that I plant them in peat pots and I haven't gotten to the nursery yet. Therefore, if tomorrow is the delivery date they will be planted in small red pots.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

a dream inside out, said Princess Haiku





dreaming inside out
transparent the white flowers
nowhere else to go

only light, Princess Haiku

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Saturday, June 07, 2008

Princess Haiku aspires to a small chrysanthemum garden



I am going to try to grow some of the amazing rare flowers, that I have featured in other posts on my blog. The special elder man that gave me these flowers and introduced me to the "Way of the Chrysanthemum" left this world a few weeks ago. He was very old and had a wonderful life and leaves a garden of mindfulness, compassion and empathy behind. If we all left such goodness on this earth the world would be well served.

For several days I was deeply saddened thinking that the beauty and grace of these flowers would no longer touch my life. Perhaps because I am a poet and not a flower grower it did not at first occur to me, that I could grow my own. A friend asked the obvious and voila; a wonderful idea was born.

I looked online, found King's Mums, which specializes in chrysanthemums and ordered five spider chrysanthemum rooted cuttings. They should arrive in a few days. The small cuttings need to be potted in four inch pots and as you can see I have five red pots waiting. After they grow larger I will transplant them into two larger rectangular boxes. The area I have prepared for this little garden is flooded with sunlight and I hopeful that my flowers will turn their faces to the sun. I have tried to do many things in life and often my health has interfered, but I am certain my tiny garden will flourish. When my flowers are full grown I will make gifts of them to others in the same spirit the magenta ones were given to me.

I ordered Flair (pale magenta) Fleur de Lis (deep magenta) Golden Rain and White Icicles. I intend to share every part of my chrysanthemum garden with you and perhaps these flowers, considered by Buddhist monks in Japan to be holy, will grace your lives too.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Princess Haiku listened to the ghostly music of "Kafka On The Shore"



A Poetic Excerpt from "Kafka on the Shore," by Haruki Murakami; a novel the New Yorker calls, "An insistently metaphysical mind-bender." A book that should be required reading for all living spirits.

"Oshima stays behind and helps me close up for the night.
"By any chance have you fallen in love with somebody?" he asks. "You seem kind of out of it."
I don't have any idea how I should respond. "Oshima," I finally say. "this is a pretty weird thing to ask, but do you think it's possible for someone to become a ghost while they're still alive?"
He stops straightening up the counter and looks at me. "A very interesting question, actually. Are you asking about the human spirit in a literary sense-metaphorically, in other words? Or do you mean in actual fact?"
"More in actual fact, I guess," I say.
"The assumption that ghosts literally exist?"
"Right."
Oshima removes his glasses, wipes them with his handkerchief, and puts them back on. "That's what's called a "living spirit.".....


Kafka on the Shore

You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.

The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard.
Little fish rain down from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.

(Refrain)

Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed.
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.

The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes-
at Kafka on the shore.

More zap on Haruki Murakami here.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Princess Haiku hears the "The Raindrop Prelude in her Dreams"

Saga-giku - spider chrysanthemum

Princess Haiku has been wandering in her sleep as both insomniacs and ghosts will. When asked where she has has been she only replied, "inside the raindrop."


Saturday, May 10, 2008

where is a poet when you need them most?


Judith Bishop
on Yves Bonnefoy

Une façon de dire, qui ferait
Qu’on ne serait plus seul dans le langage.

A way among the words, that would be
The end of our solitude in language.



White Rose Map, Princess Haiku


I am trying to find an antique map that is a direction
rather than a testament to the lostness of the human spirit.
Most directions it is said, swirl into radiating circles and
all at once alight into the air; a pale flock of white birds;
a winter of unspoken desire.

Moon, do you have such a map?

words, words, words said Princess Haiku

Only this black ink on a smudged ivory page. Curls of frankincense. My thoughts.. as private as only a ghost poet's can be. If someone asked you what secrets you kept from yourself, how would you answer? Not what........

No more today; only this. A map of the terrain you have apparently never visited but know oh so well.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

think not that dreams appear




"Think not that dreams appear to the dreamer only at night: the dream of this world of pain appears to us even by day."
Japanese Poem
From, "In Ghostly Japan," by Lafcadio Hearn 1899.

Well, that explains my melancholy said, Princess Haiku, vanishing as the rose exploded for a fierce second into twilight.




In Ghostly Japan

Fragment

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

AND it was at the hour of sunset that they came to the foot of the mountain. There was in that place no sign of life,--neither token of water, nor trace of plant, nor shadow of flying bird,--nothing but desolation rising to desolation. And the summit was lost in heaven.

Then the Bodhisattva said to his young companion:--"What you have asked to see will be shown to you. But the place of the Vision is far; and the way is rude. Follow after me, and do not fear: strength will be given you."

Poetic meditation on pink roses and sundry........





Tiny W. came to visit a few days ago as I was playing KDFC. As the opening melody of, Scheherazade spilled into the room he threw his arms into the air and started to spin about. A little later when the symphony ended he went over to the stereo of his own accord and kissed it. I would call this, "critical acclaim" for who hears better than an eighteen month old? And BTW his mother was so shocked that her mouth fell open.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

a purple flower that is a cup, said Princess Haiku


A poet


A poet is someone
Who can pour Light into a cup
and raise it to nourish your
beautiful parched holy mouth

--Hafiz

The Flower Faires such as they are......


The flower People are so enchanting, that perhaps even the ghostly forms that emerged are beautiful enough. And besides which Princess Haiku, exclaimed, "Who am I to complain about ghostly shadows?"

The flower fairies photos disappointed, said Princess Haiku but the dog didn't


You never know what you will find at a Spring, flea market. I found a set of gorgeous botanical flower fairies that I tried to photograph and sadly the results were disappointing. This sleepy dog with Victorian dolls was delightful. One never knows what will appear in one's view.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Twilight blossoms, said Princess Haiku, in our dreams....





A wonderful article on truth and beauty.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Princess Haiku Dreaming of the Sea



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I was in Berkeley, a few days ago and enjoyed a pristine walk along the Berkeley Marina. The beauty of this landscape always touches me in unique ways. The end of the film, "Kite Runner" was filmed here and on windy days it's the perfect place to fly a bright kite and set your spirit free.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Princess Haiku's Secret


Secrecy is such a wonderful part of being a ghost, said the mysterious Princess Haiku. And the blog forum is perfect as it allows one to be publicly invisible. Musing over this delightful contradiction, she vanished.

Princess Haiku is pleased to offer a Zap award to a blog that delights all of the aesthetic senses.

Tangled in L'Heure Bleue

I was browsing through my favorite used bookstore and to my delight found a 1955 copy of "The Selected Poems of Frederico Garcia Lorca." Inside the book was a faded slip of paper perhaps used as a bookmark. On it were written these words which I have embraced as a secret text for all of us.


"...ourselves before and ourselves after. This assures anonymity. While we can talk with each other and feel each other, we cannot identify each other. Thus you will never be able to be entirely sure that each person you meet, for the rest of your life, has not participated in the Zap with you."

Saturday, April 12, 2008

a Small Paradise



This is the Japanese garden near the cottage where I have flute lessons. The little trees told me that music from all of the students falls upon their blooms like a gentle rain.

Is Princess Haiku being fanciful or did she really hear the trees?
hint: The answer is in the blossoms.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Inspired by Japonisme



Lotusgreen recently posted a "Queen of the Mums" post that has so inspired me that I promised to write a haiku for her. I haven't been able to write recently though, as I have had a headache for two weeks. I am thinking perhaps it is a Spring allergy thing and hopefully, it will be over soon. Japanisme is one of the gorgeous blogs I visit that has Zapped me.

The first Princess Haiku Zap Award to Japonisme!

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

LibraryThing at night is a bibliophile's delight, said Princess Haiku


LibraryThing is an amazing book oriented, social net-working space on the web.

It allows you to catalog your own library, cruise the virtual book shelves of other people, read and write book reviews and obtain free advanced copies of great books through their "early reviewer's program."

This new web site offers entrance to the dazzling "inner pages" of book people from around the globe. I am in the process of adding some of my favorite books to my Princess Haiku list.

If you are a bibliophile, this is as good as it gets.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Flowering trees, bursting pale color





When minature trees are poems, said Princess Haiku.

White Poppy pas de deux








Spring,
battering my heart with rain
white poppy pas de deux

Friday, March 28, 2008

looking carefully to see only the Flower, said Princess Haiku takes practice




Oh, the uncertainty of Spring. Do we really care to revisit these memories?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

A Jim Morrison Anagram:


From Jim Morrison Poems

To summon the dead.
To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images,
of event on other worlds, in one's deepest inner
mind, or in the minds of others.

This is an anagram I made from Morrison's name. (James Douglas Morrison)

Doors, journalism games

Princess Haiku's Ghostly Photo


There seems to be so much interest in my ghostly photo that I decided to repost it again. No, it is not photo shopped and it is authentic. Who are all of these people zapping this photo from afar and who told them about it? Curious. If you have a ghostly photo tell me about it and I will link you to this post. Here is to the world of ghosts, dreams, intuition and the inexplicable.

Sincerely,
Moon in Pisces

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

San Francisco Opera to Premiere "Bonesetter's Daughter"



THE WORLD premiere of "The Bonesetter's Daughter," a new opera by Stewart Wallace and San Francisco author Amy Tan based on Tan's best- selling novel of the same name; the West Coast premiere of Jake Heggie's "Three Decembers"; and the company premiere of Erich Wolfgang Korngold's "Die Tote Stadt" are among the highlights of the San Francisco Opera's 2008-09 season, announced Wednesday by company general director David Gockley and music director Donald Runnicles in a press conference at the War Memorial Opera House.

This looks like it will be wonderful although it's hard to imagine "next fall" arriving when it is barely Spring. This is something that I will definitely keep you up to date on as it promises to be an amazing new opera. Kudos to author Amy Tan for a break out into another medium.

a Mystery Message and San Raphael (Cordoba)




The mysterious "Zap" slip of paper that I posted about a few days ago was found on a page with this poem. I found a new blog Myth of Arrival that has a fascinating, close reading of "San Raphael"



Saint Raphael (Córdoba)
translated by ZJC
Veiled coaches passed by
along the reeds, along the shore,
where a nude Roman torso
lies smoothed by waves.
Coaches the Guadalquivir
reflects across its fertile mirror,
between the laboring clouds
and mournful flowers.
Young boys weave and sing
out the truth about the world
near the primeval, squandered,
nocturnal coaches.
But Córdoba does not shudder
under the gyre of this melodrama,
for though the shadows give out
an architecture of smoke,
a marble foot maintains
its splendor, dry and chaste.
Petals of gossamary tin
in pure grays are scaled
from the wind, unfurling
over the intoxicated arches.
And while Neptune's ten murmurs
blow the bridge about,
tobacco vendors flee
through a hole in the wall.

Federico Garcia Lorca

The white flowers are a thank you to Lotusgreen for her newest post at Japonisme.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Zap; a secret Message






I was browsing through my favorite used bookstore and to my delight found a 1955 copy of "The Selected Poems of Frederico Garcia Lorca." Inside the book was a faded slip of paper perhaps used as a bookmark. On it were written these words which I have embraced as a secret text for all of us.

"...ourselves before and ourselves after. This assures anonymity. While we can talk with each other and feel each other, we cannot identify each other. Thus you will never be able to be entirely sure that each person you meet, for the rest of your life, has not participated in the Zap with you."


What is your interpretation of this and why do you think that I found it?

Monday, March 10, 2008

Princess Haiku leaves an obscure list at "To Do List"


This is a list I left at "To Do List."

Things to do before I go to bed:

1) Blow out the white candle from Ancient Ways.

2) Relight the candle and write a note to reserve a library book about understanding ambivalence.

3) Put the lid back on the organic peanut butter jar and brush cracker crumbs off the couch.

4) Prepare to have a lucid dream about visiting Clearwater and splashing in green blue waves. (This is a better idea than flying Southwest Airline)

5) Push back late night memories about the "dearly departed" and focus on finding two matching black socks for tomorrow morning. (It isn't as easy as you think as black socks fade at different intervals and you can end up with charcoal gray juxtaposed to slightly less than cobalt black.) This is not a dress for success look.

6) Close eyes while brushing teeth and do not think about risks of toothpaste sourced from China.

7) Put on KDFC and prepare to listen to classical music until the commercials start at dawn. (This is prime listening time whether one is asleep or not)

8) Brush pale hair until it snaps with electricity.


Next time I will leave a list of things not to do while sleep walking.

Good-night, scarlet flower.


12:27 AM

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Chrysanthemum and a Six Word Memoir


I was tagged by Supernatural Fairy Tale to write a six word memoir. That's right; only six words and what comes to mind is perfect simplicity.

Okay, here goes.

A magenta flower said,
"Eye, Chrysanthemum."


Here are the rules:

1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.
4. Tag more blogs with links.
5. Enjoy


Tagging:

Dolce Bellezza

Japonisme

Lee's River

Light of Rose

Resonant Enigma

Cyan

Rochambeau

Tangled Up in L'Heure Bleue

Cergipontin

Friday, March 07, 2008

White flowers in Spring