Wildfire

Just as in

Your own personal life, a truth

You should know and understand that

Wildfires are always burning

Somewhere on the earth

There are embers glowing

Flames overflowing

And coals growing colder with every second

Until the daylight turns

And the nights due ensues

Though the games may live

So the rain arrives

Turning all the runoff into lye

Just as in your own personal life, you

And so must learn

Life is breath given

You can wait and wait

For your life to begin

Be it with calm or with a more volatile embrace

You can

At any time

Choose to live

So long by as you breathe and see

The breath before yourself outstretched

From your chest

Then what are you waiting for

What and what?

Gray skies, a haiku

Gray skies mean not blue

Cannot exist as this one

And wherein meets two

Stars and meteors

A heart of want

Wants most of all

What is in mind as mind

And desires to endure

And never fall

Much like the stars

But for a second

We are all

Safe until the sudden plummet

In becoming aware

And of the fact that were are just

Meteorites

Dig until when

Never stop digging, my friend

With good earth under your finger tips

And then

Clean them out

Rest

And then again

Dig and dig until when

You get at the rock and truth

Which resides beneath

This most undug version of you

And again

Beginnings before

A new beginning

Will never mean

That all those beginnings prior

Never were

Or will ever again be

Or somehow need

To subside like the tide

For as you can see

There is always a body of water

Such as this

Such is you

The sea

Into oblivion

A stare into oblivion

Is by no means

Even close to a backwards step

A stare into oblivion is in fact

More of a statement of mind

Than many or any other kind

For into oblivion

You can certainly look

But cannot step

And survive

A wave of moonlight

Like a wave

Cresting high

Crash over

This most

Unsensory me

And instead

Flood me with

New sense

New sound

And a blue

Bright burning

New moon

(In the sea and sky alike)  

New and different

New and different

Both tempt and torture

One and all alike

Regardless of status or standing

Of time or tests having long since past

For we all wish for more

In that indefinite way

As we humans do

As is nature

New and different 

The foundation of knowledge

The point of teaching

Both is and isn’t

The foundation of knowing

But the true grounding of confidence

Which comes along with

A strong understanding (to stand on)

Days and days

The version of you

Which wishes and prays

For transformation each day

Will certainly get it with the dawn

With the renewed light of each and every

Coming day

And days

Old blog posts

I can and will not

Forget

But your words certainly help

To remember and remind

This

The one you

My

Family of mine

You are missed

Far more than

Any such word could fill

This empty this amiss in mind

But in that

And with it

I will take

What words I can ultimately cling to and find

Deepest water, quiet whisper

Deepest water

Whisper into my heart

A word of truth

To set my sights and annuals by

So that I might grow in listening ways

And hum again in both hearing and heart

The running sounds of the places without space

Between the rocks and the waters and mantle plates

Whisper these

Most well known ways

The quiet let alone

The quiet thing

For intuitive to remember

Is that when you look out

Through that window of yours

No one else sees a house

No one else sees you

The outside world will only see

What they think you can be

To them

So this

Whatever song you’re listening right now to try and feel

Is solely within you my friend

And the outside world

In all of its turning and grinding and creaking growing

Will not yield

Your house is home

Yes

But no one else gets to see what you do in it

So stop expecting them to know

Let alone see

Let alone

Time as a tanka

Time unfolding is

Both a blessing and yet curse

When the direction

Of such an unfolded day

Is neither wanted nor know

The nature of fatherhood

The known excellence of one

Cannot be questioned

Even by the existence of a separate other

Which might be more suited or suitable

In mind and matter seen now

It does not matter

For all is done

And suns have passed

Into this cool night of second day

And the memories of such

Will forever last

In this

One way

Or another

This is the nature of fatherhood instilled

Bricks

My feelings these days

I view as far less important

Than the infrastructure built

By the bricks of patience laid down

At the feet of children well known

To be our future streets

Such feelings

Are simply incomparable

To the importance of these

Open and release

Open your mind

And release your heart to feel

There

With an outstretched eye you will see

Be it horizon or stars

Atop windows or shelves

Whatever words had evaded you this far

Will suddenly

Be

Kin, family, a tanka

Kin sing these but twice

In years of passing like snow

In their falling ways

Songs will be gone forever

Before your voice can resound

Heights and hopes which rise

No one can match

Defeat

Or fail to mention

The soaring heights

Of the hopes of man

When with unrelenting optimism and gusto

He senses that

The inevitable wind

Will rise again

And flourish rightly in the sails

Wrapped so firmly beneath his feet

Just to settle all other dreams

And all other schemes

Of the unapologetic and unhopeful man