For a service kind
Those who see shame
In helping others
To me
Are a laughable bunch
For there is no greater need
Aside from Faith
Than for who serve
To simply continue to be
And I say thanks
Done
More than anything
I wish that I could explain right now
And truly understand how
A higher vision passed down
Can be most clearly seen
From these human eyes such as mine
Since I
I am an old loyal soul of connection and want
Great at being
Terrible at even the process of finding
And never truly transforming until after I’ve found
Myself
Somehow here amidst the thing I’ve known all along
That being that which I
Could if I only committed and chose
And so it is done
The floor of an old temple run, a haiku
Don’t fail me now please
Just as I get up to be
In sweet progress home
A word or two of wise advice to self
Expectant
When in truth
Is this
That those who love you know
Who you are and have been
(To become)
And so they celebrate, and will
Whenever the when of this next tomorrow comes
And until then
Don’t worry
About such a lover or friend
Because nothing can begin
Without something else drawing close
And ultimately
Coming to an end
As all things do
So don’t worry
As neither do they
Just as in telling this to myself
I be friend - befriend
Tomorrow
My general - we
Do not march tomorrow
To anyone else’s drum
But toward the peace
Of knowing mind which knows
How true strength is
When the gift of lines
And of holding fast
Is offered and drawn
Time and time again
To all those around
This is ours
This tomorrows calling
Come down - to rest
And so I will drive down
If ever a no one
None
Were the persons
Who ever saw
And never knew
A word of sane
As it was spoken by (me)
But instead
It’s the self
Which remembers most true
Have written the writ
And seen these words out
From mind to tongue
Through and through
(this is the best way to live)
Dear God, more of a prayer
Please open my eyes to the opportunity of today and tomorrow
Guide me into an unknown place where my trust in you can be a resounding story of faith
Forgive my desire for comfort and the known
And show me where you need me to be
Our meaning here to be found, again and again
There is more meaning
I find
In the me of you
Than there are words
In all the pages inscribed
By man
And no promise or dream
Or lie will ever suffice
To communicate what I can’t
The importance of your existence to me
Be it only for
This short period of time
Just one lifetime
A tanka for her daughters
Listen to the sky
To her daughters as they run
And play mold the earth
With waters and stirring clay
Do her rivers run alive
Potsu in a cafe
“On days like this"
Potsu says what cannot be
seen. But what can
easily be felt by
those around. resting
Within the same just in space,
Coffee shop as me.
A single
Everything outside of your
universe.
Which you cannot see
because you're in.
Dictates what you are
and have been, as a
carbon based life form.
As you cannot shift what
is out of reach or out
of sight. It's with the
thought — with the study
of that within glass - which
allows you at last to begin to begin,
There is more meaning —
In the me of you —
Than there are words
in all the pages enscribed
by man..
And no promise, or dream, or
lie will ever suffice to
communicate what I can't
The importance of your exsiting
to me, be it only for
this short period of
time.
Just one lifetime
Familiar words have been written before?
White fly in June
Quietly falling into the
cavernous dark —
With a lone ray of light
to ignite the bite —
As the predator prowls
through the under ground
forest. —
My prayers then answered
with a furious bite —
And the fight ensues from
there.
From there.
Starlit orchard dream
Dark hole star, carved
without knowing into the side
of my heart.
With an
appitite for bloom in it
glorious range. As it's for
the season's prior which I
want, which I taste.
The apples, the trees
the meadows, the plains.
It is these, and now I see
What moonlight reveals
And to all but me
Believes.
On a wedding night
And then suddenly
With tremendous presence born
New territories
Open up to your old self
To be shared excitedly
a tanka -
Where Bodies
meet
Real life
Real life
is neither the work
nor the time spent waiting
in between. This the sacrifice and freedom
Perceived, No, there is now more to it
that has ever been, due to congruent moments
and minutes passing. Because the real exists,
not at the sign of initial belief, but at the time
and place at which you realize that,
your life truly began at the
instant of being, to be
The forever, after - a haiku
Care for me as you
Would have yourself cared for then
In the forever
How my stomach burns
This furnace of man
Burns so temporary and small
That I kindle and kindle
And each day with a stack of new
Burn through an appetite of a thousand men
And yet still
With just a pint of cold
My blazing fire small
Still demands its rightful place
Each night
Amongst the heavens true
And the heights of taste
Where the crunch and closing of eyes
Comes though
Always a furnace
Always hungry
A tanka from before
A breath breathed out slow
As into dreamlands now she
So excitedly
Goes and with a sighing breath
Breathes away a worry known
Last to Lasts
If there was ever a feeling
Meant to last more than a moment
More than the hum of nature
Or the crackle of fire
As water hits both the flame and blade of grass
Then I
Will certainly feel
For more than just this moment full
Until I’m not
And moments pass
And the world remains
Just as no mere human moment
Lasts
For us and are feelings, we are not
Even though the world is