A haiku about, that moment of true no more

If you know me at

That moment of true no more

Then you’ve known my all

Games

Games

These

Are inevitable

Yes

But to

Play

And with

Heart

This

Spunk

And gumption

Collect

Is to be both with and without your being

All

At

One

Perhaps

And

For but

A moment

Game

Are this

For sure

Eternity so

So many people

Work to worship and be

In a state of nothing

Albeit something

Which is exclusively theirs

And in their own mind, free

And to do this

With chains

They’ll most definitely live

Ok this side of of the earth

And until true comes this

Eternity

Many

So many humans

Cannot help

But ruin

And spoil

And mame

A good limb

Once alive

Instead

They torture

And try to

To remove hand

From harmless life

And tire whole to not

Like a coin

Once flipped to see

They cannot help

But try

Sadly

When young was young

When young was young

And all winds were east

And with strong and cool

There blew a new

A most enjoyable song

Through the trees which watched

And the ones like us

Who in motion

Knew

A haiku, breathed into the air

A breath is breathed in

And with the same turning screw

Blasted into air

Here free, and beyond the past me

A different me

Would stand here

And with different eyes

Look only to see

What I

And only my eyes

Could want and try to be

This here

This now

And yet having learned since myself

I am not that at all

Nor much less in the least

Instead

I am here

I am free

And I am far more that I think

The than I ever was

And that I see as well

I am

And now let’s live

Love, a haiku, known?

You might think and still

Pretend with fire to know

And yet not what is

These seasons alive

These seasons they

Never hate nor hold joy

For any of us humans

Though we are caught up in and embraced by

The suddenness of their experience

For sure

At the end of such days

Not only is there an end

But we can more fully see a certain way

Having traveled thus far

We are were most in fact

Alive

If I speak, I wait, to make sure my emotion in embed or embedded - therein

No regret compels

Only a bettering hope

Without worry or doubt

Please all know

Truly know

That I sleep

Very resoundingly

Full

And sound

But also from earth, I spring

I am a spring

Rooted for deep

Connected to an earth within

And to a gentle heartfelt freeing

Always flowing undercurrent beneath

Of words and growth

These imperfect meanings

And so they flow

Without fear fully

Up

From where I know not

Underneath

From calm to un in water unseen

Some days I am

A square of ocean in the Atlantic

With quiet rainfall above

And a perplexing clarity below

Be it in hues of light green and glowing algae

There I am

Still

(Somehow)

As puddles evaporate

Some days to be alive is

Not to dance in it at all

But to smile as it falls

And waive goodbye

As it puddles and slides

Bye

Until like all undone

As tempting as it is

For man to become

Not himself

But what he has done instead

Please remember my son

No one ever once said

That a man was only

What is done and done

But who he is was instead

Is the source and spring

Out of the mountains which flows

Into everything

Who

Is what you are

Until like all

Undone

From breath, a haiku

Pausing to breathe out

Is the most inward thing known

To the man who runs

Crash

In this long form fight

Where writers beg and die

For long evenings out

And even longer rounds

Of grueling back and forth

Just to ignite their own imaginations

With fiery grandeur and lights

This

Is neither mine

And certainly not a calling

Nor divine right to be

Is simply is

And it is me

I end it all with both short jabs and wild flies

Like a comet arch crashing into victory on the inevitable tracks of a locomotive let loose

Crash

This hopeful mind my own

No county chain

Or commonwealth clasping

Iron or shackle of concrete

Can either hold or encase

The hopeful mind of my own

Or when it decides that

In flight it is better to be

Than to remain as such

On this borough ground beneath

And just like that - I am out

Tanka and tallness

So as the trees stand

And with a new tallness know

Just how much each year

Did they wither and or grow

They do personally know

Desire, root, divine

Heartfelt desire

Is the true root of such things

And in the trying and changing

So forms the experienced tasted

Over the course of many years

Almost perfected until

A usually unawares you

Stumbles in and sits down

Only to then taste and experience

The many years of love shown

In the perfection of taste

Divine

Falling like

Cover me from these falling thoughts

Protect my shoulders

Grace my head

And let the over complications of mind

Reflect and bounce

Move forth and run off

Be a raincoat of mine

And align this unlost

With these pattering heartbeats

Of a rainy afternoon

Named mine