Friday, May 23, 2014

Carpe Diem #475, Shallow Water (An Aboriginal Legend from Down Under)


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Today our last Aboriginal Story form Down Under. Tomorrow we will go on further on our journey to South - and Middle-American stories of the Mayan Culture, but that's for later. For now I love to share another wonderful Aboriginal Legend form Down Under.
Today our prompt is Shallow Water and it refers to the Aboriginal Legend "Mirragan, the Fisherman" and here it is:

Credits: Mirragan the Fisherman
It's quit a story and it's maybe to long, but I have to share it with you all.

Mirragan, the Fisherman


A Tale of the Wollandilly River, Whambeyan and Jenolan Caves.
Ages ago, in the dream-time, many of the animals now on earth were men. They were much bigger than the blackfellows of the present time, and were possessed of wonderful magic power, which allowed them to move mountains, make rivers, and perform many other feats of extraordinary strength and daring. At this time, Gurangatch lived in a very deep waterhole at the junction of what we now know as the Wollondilly and Wingeecaribee Rivers, in New South Wales. Gurangatch was half fish and half reptile, with shimmering scales of green, purple and gold. His eyes shone like two bright stars through the clear green water of his camping ground. At mid-day, when the sun was high, he basked in the shallow water of the lagoon, and at nightfall retired to the dark depths of the pool.
Mirragan, the tiger-cat, was a famous fisherman. He would never trouble to trap or spear small fish, but would wait for the largest and most dangerous. One day he was passing by the waterhole, when he caught a glimpse of the gleaming eyes of Gurangatch. Instantly he threw a spear at him, but Gurangatch swam to the bottom of the waterhole, which was very deep. Mirragan sat on the bank for some time, and wondered how he could catch such a splendid fish. At last he hit upon a plan. He went into the bush and cut a lot of bark, carried it to the waterhole, and placed it under the water at several positions around the bank. He intended to poison the water with the bark, and thus cause Gurangatch to rise to the surface. The water made Gurangatch very sick, but it was not sufficiently poisonous to cause him to rise to the surface. After waiting for a considerable time, Mirragan realised that his plan had failed. He was sorely disappointed, but again went in search of more bark.



Credits: Aboriginal Artwork

When Gurangatch saw his enemy depart, he suspected some other trick. In order to escape, he commenced to tear up the ground for many miles, and the water of the lagoon flowed after him. In this manner he formed the present valley of the Wollondilly River. He then burrowed underground for several miles, and came out on the side of the valley by a high rocky ridge, which is now known as the Rocky Waterhole. When Gurangatch reached this lagoon, he raised his head and put out his tongue, which flashed like summer lightning across a stormy sky. From this vantage place he saw Mirragan following swiftly in his trail. Gurangatch then re turned along his burrow to the Wollondilly, and continued to make a channel for himself. When he arrived at the junction of the Guineacor River, he turned to the left and continued its course for a few miles. At last he arrived at a very rocky place, which was hard to burrow through. He therefore turned on his track and continued his former course, which is the long bend in the Wollondilly at this point. He then made Jock's Creek-which flows into the Wollondilly-and, on reaching its source, he again burrowed deep beneath the mountain ranges, and came up inside the Whambeyan Caves.
Let us now return to the adventures of Mirragan. When he arrived at the waterhole with the second load of bark, he saw that Gurangatch had escaped. He then following him many miles down the river, until he overtook him at the Whambeyan Caves. Mirragan was afraid to follow Gurangatch along the dark underground passages of the caves. He now climbed on top of the rocks and dug a very deep hole, and then poked a pole down as far as it would reach in order to frighten Gurangatch out of his safe retreat. However, he did not succeed with the first, hole, and so he made many of them. These holes still remain on the top of Whambeyan Caves.


Credits: Aboriginal Artwork

One morning, at daybreak, Gurangatch escaped through his tunnel to the Wollondilly again. Now, Mirragan's family lived a few miles down the river and, when they saw Gurangatch coming, with the water roaring and seething after him like a great river in flood, they were terrified, and ran up the side of the mountain for safety. At this time Mirragan appeared on the scene of trouble, and his wife upbraided him for disturbing Gurangatch, and begged him to leave his enemy in peace. Mirragan listened very patiently, but would not be dissuaded. He again took up the relentless chase, and overtook Gurangatch at a place called Slippery Rock. Here they fought a desperate fight, until they made the rock quite smooth with their struggles-hence its name. After fighting for some time, Gurangatch escaped and continued his course. The water flowed after him in a roaring torrent. Mirragan followed, and, every time he overtook his enemy, he struck him with a heavy club, while Gurangatch retaliated by striking him with his tail.
This battle continued down the course of Cox's River to the junction of Katoomba Creek. He then doubled on his course, and again travelled up the Cox. Mirragan was close on his trail, and, in order to escape, he again burrowed underground, and came out on Mouin Mountain. Here he made a very deep waterhole, which, even to the present day, is a danger to cattle, on account of its depth. After much travelling he at last arrived at Jenolan Caves, where he met many of his relations. Gurangatch was tired and weary from his long journey, and very sore from the blows he had received. Turning to his relations, he said: "I am weary and very sore; many days have I travelled, and many nights have I watched the moon rise over the mountains and again sink beneath the earth. My enemy continues to hunt me, and will surely kill me. Take me, O my brothers, to a dark, deep waterhole that lies beyond the mountains, and I will rest." They then took him from the eaves to a waterhole beyond the mountain ranges.


Credits: Katoomba Creek

Mirragan was very tired when he arrived at Binnoomur, so he rested himself on a hill. When he had regained his strength, he searched about the caves and saw the tracks of Gurangatch and his relations, and the direction they had taken to the waterhole. Being very tired, he decided that the best thing to do was to seek his own friends and ask their help. Mirragan then travelled far to the west, where the camping ground of his friends was set. On reaching their camp he found them eating roasted eels. They offered him a portion, but he said: "I do not want such little things. I have been hunting a great fish for many days and nights. His eyes shine like stars when the night is cold, and his body shimmers like the noonday sun. His friends have taken him over the mountains to the Joolundoo waterhole. Will you send the best divers in the camp with me so that we may kill him?" After much consideration they decided to send Billagoola the Shag, Goolagwangwan the Diver, Gundhareen the Black Duck, and Goonarring the Wood Duck.
When Mirragan and his comrades arrived at the waterhole in which Gurangatch was hiding, Gundhareen the Black Duck preened his feathers and dived into the waterhole. He quickly returned and said, "There is no bottom to the hole." The others laughed, and Goolagwangwan the Diver said: "I will teach you how to dive; there is no waterhole in the land I cannot fathom." After a while he returned with a small fish and said, "Is this the enemy you were seeking?" Mirragan grew very angry, and replied, "No! It is too small." Billagoola the Shag made the next attempt, and when he had descended a long way he saw a shoal of small fish trying to hide Gurangatch by covering him over with mud. Billagoola made a desperate effort to seize Gurangatch, but it was impossible, as he was fast in the crevice of a rock. Billagoola returned to the surface and again dived. This time he tore a great piece of flesh out of the back of Gurangatch. When Mirragan saw the flesh, he was delighted, and exclaimed, "This is a piece of the fish I have hunted many days and nights."


Credits: Katoomba Creek

A camp fire was started and the meat cooked. After they had eaten it, Mirragan and his friends returned to their camps across the mountains. And this is how the Wollondilly, Cox and Guineacor Rivers, the Whambeyan and Jenolan Caves were formed. Whenever you visit those wonderful caves, you will remember the resting-place of Gurangatch, the star-eyed, and when you see the "pot-holes" on the top of Whambeyan Caves, you will be reminded of the work of Mirragan, the Relentless.
NOTE.--The Jenolan are wonderful subterranean caves of limestone formation, situated in the Blue Mountains, New South Wales. They are set in the midst of wild and rugged mountain scenery, where rivers wind away like silver ribbons to the distant sea, and the mountain kings are crowned with snow. In these deep, mysterious caves of crystalline wonder Nature has surpassed herself in artistry.
Well I hope you did like this, somewhat to long, story and that it will inspire you to compose new haiku.

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #36, JRB's "In a foreign field"


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Another Tan Renga Challenge is ahead of us. As you know we had, not so long ago, a new episode of CD's distillation feature. A wonderful poem composed by McCrae "In Flanders' Field". There were wonderful haiku-distillations from that poem and one of them was written by JRB of JRB's Haiku. As I read that haiku I was immediately "in love" with that haiku and I am proud that I may use JRB's haiku for this new Tan Renga Challenge.

The goal is to write a second stanza towards the haiku (first stanza) given. That second stanza of two lines (classical syllables count 7-7) is your task. With that second stanza you make the Tan Renga complete.

Here is the haiku (first stanza) by JRB:

in a foreign field
the wind still invokes their names
the blood red poppies

 (c) JRB
Credits: Red Poppies

And now it's up to you to write the second stanza to complete the Tan Renga.

This CD Tan Renga Challenge is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open ubtil May 30th at noon (CET). Have fun and be inspired.

  

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Carpe Diem #474, Valley (Aboriginal Legend from Down Under)


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

What a joyful day it is today ... I may prepare another wonderful prompt, Valley, for you all. This prompt is referring to a wonderful Aboriginal Legend which I will share later on in this post, but first I will give you a little update for our upcoming month June.
As my plan was I would like to prepare another wonderful list with inspirational music and I will still do that, but first in June I will introduce the young Portugese Composer BrunuhVille in the CD-Specials. BrunuhVille has composed wonderful music and his music is very inspirational. The other prompts of June will be all modern kigo (seasonwords)for summer based on Jane Reichhold's "A Dictionary of Haiku", as we have done in April 2014. I hope you all will not be "angry" with me for changing my plans.

Back to our Aboriginal Story of today. It's about Three Sisters, Meehni, Wimlah and Gunnedoo, and the story refers to three Mountain peeks in the "Blue Mountains" ...

Credits: The Three Sisters in the Blue Moutains
Here is the story:

The Three Sisters an Aboriginal Legend of Down Under

Three sisters, Meenhi, Wimlah and Gunnedoo had a father who was a witch doctor. His name was Tyawan.
Long ago there was a Bunyip who lived in a deep hole who was feared by all. Passing the hole was considered very dangerous, therefore whenever Tyawan had to pass the hole in search for food, he would leave his daughters safely on the cliff behind a rocky wall.
One fateful day, Tyawan waved goodbye to his daughters and descended down the cliff steps into the valley.
Meanwhile at the top of the cliff, Meenhi was frightened by a large centipede which suddenly appeared before her. Meenhi took a stone and threw it at the centipede. The stone continued on its journey and rolled over the cliff, crashing into the valley below which angered the Bunyip.
The rocky wall behind Meenhi, Wimlah and Gunnedoo then began to split open and the three sisters were left stranded on a thin ledge at the top of the cliff. All the birds, animals and fairies stopped still as the Bunyip emerged to see the terrified girls. As the Bunyip began to approach the girls, to protect them from harm, their father Tyawan used his magic bone to turn them into stone. Angered by this, the Bunyip then began to chase Tyawan. Becoming trapped, in order to flee from the Bunyip, Tyawan changed into a magnificent Lyre Bird, yet in the process dropped his magic bone. Tyawan and his three daughters were now safe from the Bunyip.
Once the Bunyip had disappeared, Tyawan returned in search of his magic bone, yet this was never to be found. The Lyre Bird has been searching for this magic bone ever since. Remaining in rock formation, The Three Sisters stand silently overlooking the valley hoping that one day he'll find the bone and turn them back to former selves.
 
Credits: View over the Blue Mountains in the left corner the Three Sisters

When visiting The Three Sisters, if you listen carefully you may be able to hear the Lyre Bird, Tyawan, as he continues his quest for his lost magic bone.
What a wonderful story don't you think so too? I like those Aboriginal legends a lot and I cannot wait to tell you another one next day, as our prompt will be, Shallow Water. I hope this legend inspires you to write haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka or haibun and I hope you will share them with us all here at our haiku-family. Here is my haiku inspired on the story of The Three Sisters ...
pillar of salt
"don't look back" Kaïn said.
longing for home
longing for home
the Three Sisters still waiting -
Lyre Bird will come
Lyre Bird will come
freeing his beloved daughters -
the quest will end
© Chèvrefeuille
Well ... it's up to you my dear Haijin, visitors and travelers ... I have done my part ... This episode will be open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until May 25th at noon. I will try to post our new episode, Shallow Water, later on today. For now ... have fun!
 
 

Carpe Diem's Japanese Garden ... new episode


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

It's my pleasure to tell you that I have published a new post at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Special a nice inspirational post I think. So feel free to visit and participate.

Namaste.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Carpe Diem Special #93, Jack Kerouac's 4th "playing basketball"


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

First I have to apologize for a little confusion about yesterday's prompt. I have used "creation" for prompt instead of "ancestor" as planned on our prompt list. On my 'paper-list' (on which I had written the stories to use) I had written "creation" as prompt instead of "ancestor". Our yesterday's post IS the "ancestor"-episode, but I used the wrong word, I used the word for the story. So my excuses for that. I have placed "ancestor" in that episode-title today.

This month is almost over, we are in the last semester of this month and that makes me a little bit sad, because we will have no Jack Kerouac haiku anymore after this month has gone.
But ... it's still May and so today I challenge you to write a new haiku, inspired on the one given by Jack Kerouac, in his spirit, sense and tone. I know several of you, my dear Haijin, are fan of Kerouac's haiku and I am too ...

Here is another haiku written by Kerouac for your inspiration:

playing basketball
– the lady next door
watching again


© Jack Kerouac
Credits: Playing Basketball Outside
 
Wow ... I like this haiku very much, maybe it's because of the theme, basketball (I once was a good basketball-player) and the hidden adoration, sensuality and maybe sexuality in it. Must have been a great sight. 

she watches him
from behind the curtains
prima ballerina

prima ballerina
dances in the arms of her boyfriend -
just a dream

just a dream
to become happy again and in love
dying lady swan

© Chèvrefeuille

Credits: Ballet-duet from Swan Lake

I hope you did like this Special and that it will inspire you to write haiku in the same sense, tone and spirit as Jack Kerouac.

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until May 24th at noon. I will try to post our new episode, Valley, later on today. For now ... have fun!


Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Carpe Diem #473, Creation/Ancestor (Aboriginal Mythology)


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Another day has started ... it's a wonderful sunny day here in The Netherlands and it's almost 25 degrees Celcius ... so it looks like summer is here ... a bit early, but well ... all nature started earlier this year, because of the soft winter.
Today we will go on with our journey along worldwide legends, myths, saga and folktales and today we are starting with stories from Down Under, in other words, we are starting with stories from the Aboriginals in Australia.
Our first myth is, as you can understand from our prompt, Creation, the creation-story of the Aboriginals. I hope you all will like this story and I hope it will inspire you to write haiku.

How the World was Created - An Aboriginal Dreamtime-story.

There is no single creation story among Aboriginal peoples, who have a diverse mythology. Some traditions hold that the Earth was created by one of the gods of the Dreamtime, others that particular creatures were created by particular gods or spirit ancestors.

Credits: Aboriginal Dreamtime

In the beginning the earth was a bare plain. All was dark. There was no life, no death. The sun, the moon, and the stars slept beneath the earth. All the eternal ancestors slept there, too, until at last they woke themselves out of their own eternity and broke through to the surface.
When the eternal ancestors arose, in the Dreamtime, they wandered the earth, sometimes in animal form - as kangaroos, or emus, or lizards -- sometimes in human shape, sometimes part animal and human, sometimes as part human and plant.
Two such beings, self-created out of nothing, were the Ungambikula. Wandering the world, they found half-made human beings. They were made of animals and plants, but were shapeless bundles, lying higgledy-piggledy, near where water holes and salt lakes could be created. The people were all doubled over into balls, vague and unfinished, without limbs or features.
With their great stone knives, the Ungambikula carved heads, bodies, legs, and arms out of the bundles. They made the faces, and the hands and feet. At last the human beings were finished. Thus every man and woman was transformed from nature and owes allegiance to the totem of the animal or the plant that made the bundle they were created from -- such as the plum tree, the grass seed, the large and small lizards, the parakeet, or the rat.
This work done, the ancestors went back to sleep. Some of them returned to underground homes, others became rocks and trees. The trails the ancestors walked in the Dreamtime are holy trails. Everywhere the ancestors went, they left sacred traces of their presence -- a rock, a waterhole, a tree.
For the Dreamtime does not merely lie in the distant past, the Dreamtime is the eternal Now. Between heartbeat and heartbeat, the Dreamtime can come again. (Source: Aboriginal Creation-story)

There are many Aboriginal-Creation stories and here is another told in a wonderful video by: Rachel




What an awesome story ... and maybe it has happened that way ... all people, religions, cultures and so on are equal ...

rainbow serpent
watches humanity always
bringing equality

© Chèvrefeuille

A senryu this time ... not really my ''cup of tea'', but it rolled from my pencil ...

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until May 23rd at noon. I will try to post our new episode later on today. That will be our 4th CD-Special by Jack Kerouac, our featured haiku-poet of this month. For now ... just have fun!


Monday, May 19, 2014

Carpe Diem #472, Worship (Hindu Mythology)


Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

First I have to make you all an apology because I lost my list of stories which I would like to use this month. So I had to choose a few other stories the last past days. A few days ago, the prompts were referring to Hindu Mythology and I used Native American stories ... so today I will make that ok and share a Hindu Mythology story.
Today our prompt is worship and it refers to the story of Krishna and Uttanga which will follow hereafter. Krishna is one of the most important deities of Hinduism and we have seen Him earlier in our Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Playing his flute and creating the world as the story goes.

Krishna and Uttanga

After the great war of Mahabharatha was over, Lord Krishna was traveling back home. On his way back, he passed a barren desert. He waited there for the night. There in the barren desert he saw a Sage named Uttanga. Uttanga was a great devotee of Lord Krishna. He spent most of his time in meditation and did not know much about what happened in the outer world...
Uttanga saw Krishna camping the desert and was thrilled to meet him. Uttanga fell at Krishna's feet and worshiped Krishna. Krishna picked up Uttanga lovingly and embraced him. 'My friend! What are you doing here?' Krishna asked Uttanga. Uttanga smiled and shook his head. 'Just meditating, my Lord! The question is what are you doing here?'

Credits: Lord Krishna

Krishna thought for a few seconds and then spoke, 'A great war was just over! We just finished the Kurushektra war, my friend! I am now going back home...now that my work there is done...'
Uttanga blinked...A war? Krishna could not stop a war? Uttanga fumbled, 'But my Lord! A war? A war would have caused so much bloodshed....Why would you even allow such a war to happen?
Krishna sadly nodded his head, 'This war was responsible for many people to lose their lives...But it was necessary...'
Uttanga said surprised 'You are saying that a war is necessary?' Uttanga looked disgusted as he continued, 'this war has created so much misery and loss…Did you do nothing to stop the war Krishna?’ Uttanga became more and more angry, as he spoke. In anger he pulled out the water from his Kamandalam and held it in his hands and said, ‘If that is true Krishna…then I am going to curse you…’
Krishna looked at Uttanga and smilingly shook his head. Gandhari’s [the mother of the Kauravas] curse already hung on his head. He had accepted that curse willingly….He did not need another person who did not understand him…He had to make Uttanga understand, ‘Uttanga! I did everything in my power to stop the war…I went and pleaded with Duryodhana [the eldest Kaurava] to make peace with Pandavas…I said that he did not even have to give back the Pandavas the whole of the kingdom that they had lost….I was even ready to accept five villages - one each for each of the five Pandavas...’ 

Credits: Lord Krishna and Radha

Uttanga looked surprised as Krishna continued, ‘Yes! I actually pleaded with Duryodhana to give five villages, one for each of the five Pandavas…and do you know what Duryodhana said?’ Krishna said with pain filled eyes. Uttanga questioningly raised his eyebrows as Krishna continued, ‘Duryodhana said he would not give even the space to occupy a needle to the Pandavas…He said he was willing to fight for it…It was his….’
Uttanga felt a little silly with the water in his hands as Krishna continued, ‘Besides Uttanga, the Kauravas humiliated the Pandavas and Draupadi[the wife of the Pandavas]…Such cruelty could not be forgiven…And so...' Krishna said taking a deep breath, '...the war was fought…’
Uttanga dropped the water uselessly on the floor and looked at Krishna with tears in his eyes, ‘I am sorry I doubted you, Krishna…’ He looked down looking shamefaced, ‘I am sorry I was about to curse you for something you were not responsible…’
Krishna shook his head. He ordered his guards to prepare lunch for the sage. The sage enjoyed Krishna’s hospitality for some time. The next day, as Krishna left for his kingdom, Krishna spoke to Uttanga, ‘Uttanga! I know that when you heard my story yesterday you were about to curse me...you transferred some energy to the water in your Kamadalam…It was wasted…Your powers were wasted…I wish to make up for it…Please ask for anything from me, I will grant you any boon you want…’  Uttanga shook his head, ‘I need nothing Krishna…I am an ascetic…I am devoted to you…I can see you whenever I want...What more could I want….’
Krishna smiled,‘Please Uttanga! I insist! Please ask for a boon…’
Uttanga thought for some time. Krishna did not give his word normally to everyone…Krishna expected him to use the boon carefully…He looked at the place where his water had spilt and suddenly smiled, He looked at Krishna, ‘Krishna! I lost some water on that day right? So that is what I ask from you…Water…If I ever feel thirsty, you have to make sure that my thirst is quenched….’
Krishna smiled and blessed Uttanga. Krishna started his journey to Dwaraka.
In the desert Uttanga sat meditating on the Dark Lord. Once as Uttanga had finished his meditation, he felt very thirsty. He looked around and saw no water. Krishna! He thought as he closed his eyes.

Credits: Lord Krishna playing His flute

When Uttanga opened his eyes, standing before him was a hunter with his dogs, dressed in rags looking dirty and filthy. The hunter was panting as if he had run a long way. The hunter took out the water from a pouch in his belt and took a sip. The hunter looked at Uttanga and said, ‘Sir! You look like you are thirsty….Want some water?’ The hunter said gruffly handing over the dirty pouch to Uttanga. Uttanga wrinkled his nose. The stench coming from the man was unbearable…The water that the man was drinking was probably dirty. Uttanga stepped back and shook his head, ‘I don’t want anything…Go away from me…’
The hunter looked amused, ‘Sir! You actually look thirsty…I saw you lick your lips, when I was drinking water…I filled the water from a river near my house…It is very clear and pure…’
Uttanga wanted to just get away from the dirty man and his dogs, who were sniffing him, ‘Go away now!’ He said angrily and slightly nervous looking at the dogs.
The hunter tried again, ‘Sir! You won’t find a lot of water here…' The hunter said pointing at the desert around him, '...Please sir…take some water…’
Uttanga looked angrily at the hunter and said, ‘I would rather die thirsty then to drink water from a dirty man like you…go away!’
The hunter gave a sad smile and went away from there...Uttanga was angry and still walking with no water…Krishna, your broke your promise…How dare you…
Standing before Uttanga with a very sad smile was the Dark Lord, who suddenly appeared before him. Uttanga angrily looked at Krishna ‘Is this a way to repay a boon…I thought you said I would get water, whenever I was thirsty…My thirst is almost killing me…and what?’ Uttanga said angrily waving his hands, ‘No water?’ He said looking scornfully at Krishna.
Krishna did not say anything while Uttanga was ranting. Finally Uttanga looked exhausted then Krishna spoke quietly, ‘You are right, Uttanga…I did not give you water…I was going to give you nectar of immortality…amrita of the Gods….’
Uttanga looked stunned as Krishna continued, ‘Indra, the God of the Devas has the nectar of immortality with him…I asked him to give that to you…' Uttanga looked stunned as Krishna sadly continued speaking, 'Indra agreed to give you the amrita, but he imposed a condition. Indra said that it was after all Amrita ...only a person who truly deserved it should be given it....Indra said that he would first test you and if you passed the test, he would give the amrita to you...'


Credits: Lord Krishna

Krishna pointed at the direction of the hunter, ‘The hunter was actually Indra…He had amrita in his pouch…He wanted to see whether you saw the Brahman [the Force which runs within us all…] in all the people…’ Krishna sadly shook his head, ‘You could not see that all people are equal, Uttanga…’ Uttanga looked too shamefaced and bowed down, his thirst forgotten, ‘Despite all your meditation and prayers, you still do not realize that everything is one and the same and all are equal…I am sorry Uttanga…’ The Dark Lord said turning away, ‘You still have a lot to learn about Love and the Brahman…’
The Dark Lord handed some plain water to Uttanga who was now not in a mood to drink it. Uttanga just went away and promised to himself that he would become a better person and try to see everyone equally no matter who they are… (Source: Hindu Mythology)

I think this is a wonderful story in which we can see how Uttanga is worshipping Lord Krishna and we learned that all people are equal without exceptions. (I couldn't find fitting pictures, so the pictures are not for illustrating the story, but for illustrating the post ... sorry.)

deep silence
devotees listen in ecstasy
worshipping Krishna

worshipping Krishna
while he plays his flute
creating the world

creating the world
without inequality of All -
deep silence

© Chèvrefeuille

Well I hope you did like this story and that it will inspire you to write haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka or haibun. 

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until May 22nd at noon. I will try to post our new episode,Ancestor, later on today. For now have fun, be inspired and share your haiku with our haiku-family.

Namaste