[...] “We drive
through Almaty, stopping only to fill the tank with gas and buy some food, then
we drive on in the direction of a tiny village near an artificial lake
constructed by the Soviet regime. I find out where the nomad is staying, but
despite telling one of his assistants that I know the man’s grandson, we still
have to wait many hours, for there is a large crowd wanting the advice of this
man they consider to be a saint.“ [...] (fragment from The Zahir by Paulo Coelho)
Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Today I have another nice prompt for your inspiration, Black Lake (Khar Us), but I haven't a lot to tell about this lake.
Khar Lake
("black lake") is located in the Khovd
aimag (province) in western Mongolia's Great Lakes Depression. It is part of a
group of lakes that were once part of a larger prehistoric lake that
disappeared 5,000 years ago as the region became drier.
Credits: Black Lake (Mongolia) |
It's a wonderful lake that's for sure as you can see at the image above. A friend of mine visited this lake once and told me that it was the most beautiful, spiritual, mystical and mysterious experience he had ever had. As I look at the above image I can only say ... "this is a place where I once will be to meditate and be in close contact with nature and the spirits of the steppes".
For this episode I have another approach ... maybe you can remember our special feature "Carpe Diem Distillation", in which you had to "distil" a haiku from a longer poem. And for this episode I have a nice poem by a Mongolian poet, L. Olziitogs.
For this episode I have another approach ... maybe you can remember our special feature "Carpe Diem Distillation", in which you had to "distil" a haiku from a longer poem. And for this episode I have a nice poem by a Mongolian poet, L. Olziitogs.
Looking at
mountains, I feel I am a mountain.
Looking at mist and haze, I feel I am a cloud.
After the rain has fallen, I feel that I am grass, and
When sparrows start to sing, I remember I am morning.
I am not a human, that’s for sure.
Looking at mist and haze, I feel I am a cloud.
After the rain has fallen, I feel that I am grass, and
When sparrows start to sing, I remember I am morning.
I am not a human, that’s for sure.
When stars
flare up, I feel I am the darkness
When girls shed their clothes, I remember I am spring
When I smell the desire of everybody in this world,
I realize how my quiet heart is a fish’s.
When girls shed their clothes, I remember I am spring
When I smell the desire of everybody in this world,
I realize how my quiet heart is a fish’s.
I am not a
human, that’s for sure.
Under the colorful sky, an immense EMPTINESS
Starting from today I am only…
Starting from today I am only…
Black Lake (Mongolia) |
Great contact with nature in this post. Tried your task in the second haiku. I liked the philosophy in the poem very much. I think what I try above all in haiku is utmost simplicity.
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