haiku

HAIKU (BUTTON BOX SORTILEGE)

Trinkets collected
Tactile and vibrational
Replacing tarot

Button box contents
Imbued with spiritual thoughts
Provide sound guidance

A guitar-shaped spoon
Conveyance of Nature’s gifts
Security roots

Earth is survival
Balance food and drink cravings
Healthful harmony

Smothered emotions
Denial not always wise
Concede pain and heal

Water perceives pain
Let the tide carry it out
And begin anew

All birds rule the sky
Drifting feathers are symbols
To rise above fear

Air is mindful life
Thought a logical process
Remember to soar

A John Lennon coin
Perfectionist musician
His image says, “Do!”

Fire is spirit
Music bridges body-soul
Practice makes perfect

After decades of reading cards, interpreting tea leaves and coffee grounds, plotting
astrological charts, numerological studies, elemental skrying, and welcoming in the
new century by using an internet random number generator to receive guidance in this sometimes-overwhelming life, I craved a different way to divine. So I combined my favorite pastime, looking and touching and dreaming over the 4-dimensional
contents of my button box that, of course, contains more than buttons. I don’t
wear anything with buttons anyway. Just slide shirts or tunics over my head and
ready for the day. So here’s what I do: close my eyes and whatever I touch first
is brought to light. I hold it think about it, imbue it with my physical and
spiritual body shell. Depending on how complicated the question is, or the answer
I require, I may continue to choose four (one for each element) or ten (like a
beginner’s tarot reading) or whatever I have time for. This is what I found,
to share with you, via haiku.

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: My button box

 

OVERPACKERS’ ANONYMOUS

 

I’m pretending that I’m going to repack and leave some of my clothes home but I know I won’t.  I sure hope I don’t tip over:  huge wheeled suitcase (including 10 bras and panties…why???), backpacker’s pack with food (train only has a snack bar with salt & fat & sugar foods), and a regular backpack with my meds, vitamins & herbal first aid kit (OMG, do I take a lot!), change of clothes in case I get separated from my suitcase and the necessaries like phone, kindle and money.  I always identified with the Hobbits but man, I sure would have slowed them down for the ring quest…

 

(If there’s WIFI on the train, will keep in touch)

 

Here’s a haiku:

 

Call Overpackers’

Anonymous for me, please

Desperate for help!

Sastimos!

Clarissa

Image: my stuff

COMPASS ROSE

 

Four directions

Places of spiritual power

Matching the elements

Representing strengthening towers

 

Those close to Nature

Traditionally mark

North as Earth

East as Air

South as Fire

West as water

 

Romani personalize

Cardinal directions

So to me

On the edge of the swamp

I think about my own life

And let it ripple out toward others

 

North as Fire

Direction of continental mountains

Metaphorically moving up

Element of Spirit

 

East as Earth

Growing across the peninsula

Over the dirt, farms, orchards

Element of Grounding

 

South as Air

Constellations clearly visible

Opening the Swamp trees curtain

Element of Communication

 

West as Water

Gulf of Mexico tidal pull

Sea and sand as one

Element of Emotions

 

Ceraunomancy requires familiarity

With symbolic directions

The interpretation of lightning

A natural phenomena

That recently became a

Source of terror

 

Yet I calmly walk outside

Avoiding the cloud-to-ground bolts

Asking it to dissipate

Sometimes it does

Sometimes it stays

On those days

I study the direction

Hoping for a connection

The message telling me

What I need to see

And perhaps fix:

 

Coming from the East?

Anchor yourself to the ground

Importance of roots

 

Coming from the West?

Then remain in harmony

Balance is the key

 

Coming from the South?

Celestial messages

The beauty of life

 

Coming from the North?

Reach to the highest power

No matter beliefs

 

Nature presents choices

Chanting her musical voices

Pointing the way, if we would only see…

 

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Compass Rose Cantino, Wikimedia Commons