This week the Ligo Haibun Challenge is a Quote prompt.
The choice is between these: my choice in bold
“Harmony makes small things grow, lack of it makes great things decay” Sallust
“Never was anything great achieved without danger” Niccolo Machiavelli
To add to the challenge a minimum word count of 345 is added.
Rising and falling.
Our communion is born of heartfelt intention. We dance the same dance. Sing the same song. We are as one but we are two. Time ticks. Slowly at first. So slowly that every breath is seen and heard. Every smile is noticed and returned. Every moment is devoured. We dance through our own slow motion technicolor movie and we laugh. Oh how we laugh. Touch is everything. Electric and exciting. Sensual and soft. Whispering like breath on the skin. We run through fields of flowers, fertile soils wetted beneath April showers. This is our spring. Wild and carefree. Just the two of us. One heart. This heart, bursting now to shower the world with blossom-like rains. So this is how love feels? Summer brings with her a child. A magical incarnation. A blessing. Now we two are three. Time ticks slowly still and we watch now, this child, dance her own dance around ours. Summer sun fades as we witness the arrival of another and then again.
Moment to moment we live.
By autumnal arrival we are five. The dance is more complex now and each voice calls it’s own call. And we two are outnumbered by these three. The pace and direction of the dance unknown and they pull in many directions but we allow it to unfold remembering to hold our ground when we must. For their sake. For the sake of harmony.For the sake of diversity.Small is beautiful and this is our wee tribe. Our dear tribe. Our life force dancing it’s own merry dance. Gibran’s archers are we and they the arrows of the future we may never see. It is how we wish it. We two. Let them fly. Winter comes and with it they are gone. Dancing their own steps, singing their own songs. Echoes of them everywhere. There is such joy in their dancing. Such life. Such energy. We love them. We remain. Two strong trees that have given shelter and shade, nourishment and a place to play. Given everything. We two.We love them. With the one heart. The dance goes on.
Ebbing and flowing.
I have succeeded in making the word count.
345 words felt a lot longer to me than my usual Haibun and it was most definitely a Challenge.
I also played around with the Haiku here, placing it between the lines…in the’ space’ as it were…an unconscious reference to my last Haibun’s theme perhaps?