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The Wisdom of Walt Whitman

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
~ Walt Whitman (1819-1892) ~ Preface to Leaves of Grass, 1855


Do you think the poetry of poets such as Whitman, Thoreau, and Emerson is outdated, or are the concepts classic, and like “the little black dress”, never go out of style? They are the basics of life, and speak to the fundamental principles that humanity aspires to, over and over again.

Whitman speaks here (in a very eloquent way) of love, compassion, connectedness, humility, courage, determination, discernment, independence of thought, knowing and being true to one’s self.

If these principles have gone “out of style” at the moment, perhaps it’s time to bring them back…


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Long-lost

haiku Long-lost © Susan L Hart | From Hart Haiku Vol.

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Escape

Beyond the babel,
my bliss, beauty, sacredness,
soul cradled in calm.


Perhaps it’s just my lens because I’m a traveler at heart, but I think some of the best stories are rooted in travel. Of course, one person’s travel story is another person’s home story – and that is the essence of these journeys – discovering bits of one’s self in other cultures, and by extension, the call of our humanity.

What does any of this have to do with the haiku? The world’s in a pretty crazy place right now, and many of us are looking for calm places where we can heal and center ourselves. (I would say it’s not only crazy, but society has morphed into a quite abusive place of late. This makes our need for sanctuary more important than ever.) Judy Garland wistfully sang about it in Over the Rainbow, that place where “troubles melt like lemon drops”.

This morning I happened to stumble upon a wonderful story about just such a place of healing, created by a community of formerly abused African women. I’m looking forward to many more stories such as these, as the unfolding of a new humanity continues. It’s a saga of hope and possibilities, and beyond that, a confirmation that our best potential for the future lies in our ability to work together to achieve it.

Ghanaian photographer Paul Ninson on how he was able to visit the ‘village with no men’


The haiku Escape is from my Hart Haiku Vol 1. collection. | Susan L Hart

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Dragon

Gossamer faerie,
neon being of lightness,
a fire-breathing fly?

I have yet to personally spot a flaming hot dragonfly. What a beautiful creature! It makes me wonder about the secret world of insects, a mysterious place to which we are seldom privy. Is the dragonfly legendary to the rest of the insects, just as dragons are to humans? A quirky, but interesting question.

The magical dragonfly is a fond girlhood memory of summer for me. Paddling around the lake on sultry afternoons, I loved to watch their iridescent colors flitting among the graceful lily pads. They captivated me. There was a purity and magic about these tiny gossamer creatures. They seemed to be visiting me from some mysterious, unseen faerie world, to which for a few moments I was privy.

Those dragonflies so many years ago were mainly cloaked in cool green and blue hues. Apparently the red ones mainly reside in parts of the world I have not seen yet. I haven’t done much traveling lately. Methinks it is time to go on a red dragon hunt… 😉

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The beautiful dragonfly photos are courtesy TopSeed and ignartonosbg, Pixabay

Dragon © Susan L Hart | From Hart Haiku Vol. 1.

Rejuvenate

When city voids me,
I flee to garden refuge.
Hummingbird dances.


Hummingbirds grace my garden with their astounding beauty, and whenever they show up, my heart does a little dance. This was one of the first haikus I wrote for my Hart Haiku blog.


Rejuvenate © Susan L Hart | From Hart Haiku Vol. 1.

The beautiful hummingbird photos are courtesy YanCabrera and ELG21, Pixabay. Isn’t nature wonderful?

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