The haībun format here for the Līgo Haībun Challenge is as follows ~
A paragraph (more than one paragraph is fine, or just a few sentences) in prose form of either
- a descriptive passage , or excerpt from a story/or previously published post
- an explanation
- a tale
- a travelogue
- a news item
- a recipe
- the haiku/collection of haiku related to the text to close. The haiku should be as authentic as possible, with therefore no syllable count, no capitals or full stop.
This is my second attempt at one of these – intriguing way of working / writing!
As dew falls to the earth, so life cascades down the hillside, tumbling its human souls through the ramshackle collection of wooden hope that are called houses, pausing only to breathe at the intersections of potential that criss-cross the verdant mounds. Honesty thrusts itself through the saplings’ growth, hope spurring the production of more shoots, tended by the hands of love and potential.
This was a beautiful place in which to retire, to achieve something of longevity, permanence, and Ravindra planned to use its body to full potential, soaring to heaven on his endeavours as his earthly years dwindled.
His would be the hands that would achieve this.
The more he surveyed his plot, his dream, the more he could trace in his minds eye the contours of the future, each year unfurled before him in the gentle breeze drifting down from the slopes. He inhaled deep into his Muladhara, allowing the sun’s warmth to energise his thoughts and centre his being.
Still in meditative thought, he picked up his satchel and bedroll and began to walk along his new path.
green thought flows
as life impresses with need
movement carries on