Watching on
What makes my eyes turn
And cheeks a storm
Is only this
Or at least this is one
Standing here
Smiling on
And watching young life live
As I have since discovered that
I have passed
The most passionate youthful eyes by
A prayer into the future, a tanka
A prayer is something
Like an arm reaching out now
Into a future
Of wishes and dreams yet to
Be or becoming of hope
Run to, run to
Run to
Tho people who
In a positive heart
And with a mind bent in joy
Will celebrate with pride
All the good things which are happening
To you
Run to
To those a gift of pity
For those who hate
And with anger speak
The unspoken language of views
Into the being and direction
Of this most perceived you
To them I say this
Speak your speak
Do you do
Mistake not a kind heart
For a weak frame of mind
For this is the most true
As I wish you well
And equally as such
Pity you
These breaths
Breathing is the need
And yet
Days and weeks
And years to by
As we humans forget
To take time
Just to do it
And to be
Us
You
We
All a breath
Twenty three thousand a day
To breathe
Thankfully full
Here sits a contented man
Not because of what
Or even anything
He has seemingly grown to have done
But because of what he has been given
Asked, and required to do
Such a responsibility is not
For a second thought of
As either bother or chore
But a joyous blessing of the most high
Most kind
For sure
I am so thankful
So full
Around me, a haiku
Flowing green falls slow
With stirring caramel sounds
Quiet friends around
Gentle caring
A gentle push
Out of a desired growth
Is what we trees do need
In a world full of burning
Of crooked twist and turning
Of timber more than every ten
And out of wishes to show
Wherever true choice and at chance can begin
This is the soil and seed to sow
And to it we commit one another
Those who build around, rise
A young means heart
Should be taught to elevate
Rather than to regress
To the innate and always human response of this
The desire too
Instead of building up
To smile at a crash
And to please ones self to the falling down
This is a boyish pleasure
Away and out of I wish
When a man stands up and
Elevates all those around
There is a difference
Most noticeable
True rewards are never earned
Carve not
Paint not
Throw out all thoughts
And ideas of monetary grandeur in doing
Anything for anyone
More than the self
More than this for you
For the chances of anything else
Making you happy or beyond joyful
Are few and far between
And the best will never be
A monetarily focused version of you
Just live
Just do
For you
Mantra and motto
TAKE TIME FOR GOD
Meditate in stillness
and let the noise fall away.
Slow down in your work —
Perfection is not required.
but accuracy is.
DON'T WASTE LIFE WORRYING
Do the hardest thing first
and face it without fear.
LEARN SOMETHING NEW
Control what you can
release what you can't carry.
And above all else,
CHOOSE GRATITUDE
Number Nine
Electric hands
Sending thunder to strike
And with a laser eyed focus
Almost on a track is this steam engine like
Transfer of energy and gears
Forward power and strength of match
And with a friction based strike
Pop
Goes the moment of history in which
My swing erases all doubt
Of where true focus exists
Goodbye and erase
Both void and bridge
A man can ask
And sometimes it may even seem
That only a void will answer
In its massive language of nothing
When in truth
God himself made both void
And bridge
And every language alike
And his is the will of all communicative might
It will not be this for long
There is time for all
And every thought and feeling
Which you might be in
And no plans will save you
Nor will planning itself
Be either write or wrong
It’s just life
It’s just lived
And it will not be for this
(For long)
Serving kind
To serve is to bless
And to bless is certainly good
It’s just
For you
My wish is not that you would always serve
At least in this particular way
But that you would grow and change
And be Hwy you would serve in new ways
And this
Is the human challenge divine
To grow and change
And in continual service to align
Look up, a tanka
No matter how low
All the humans around, dig
The horizon is
Always smiling in its time
And thus waiting for you to
Ironic answers at impossible times
A continual prayer
May end up being
Only an answer you’d wish
And at the worst possible time
For you
To see it come into a newfound being
And to exist
This is
Ha
So true
Makes me laugh