In Gondolin
White cities
Perched beneath white mountains still
In the distance waving as a son
Who greets you home and back as one
Such sights as these
Beneath the sky
Cause ripples great
In the eyes of men
How they sigh and sway and wish therein
When they see the walls of Gondolin
White city walls
Beneath to cold tall mountain peaks high
Conceive, a tanka
Life battles with us
To be born again and when
We least expect us
Our bodies to breathe in sunlight
Or mind to accept this new
Past stars, a tanka
Where I've been in life
Pulls me no more than the sky
Pulls itself apart
At the thought of burning stars
Which never really fall down
My Hearts Tanka
My heart races slow
As if knowing its own end
My heart wants only
To beat again in succinct
Rapid and full expression
Rest and less less
I'll find no peace today
No matter where I look or choose
I cannot hide or wish myself to be
Somewhere I cannot see, away
And though in wish I will discover
And think I must this
Of something in my most causal way
I'm stuck between that awkward place
Where I cannot work
Or find a proper ounce of time to waste
My weekend now be whisked away
And I no wiser for its deception
I cannot rest this unease away
I don't know
There is only that
In all that I do
That which both is and was
Between the woulds
The best
All the shoulds
And the because
There is only that
Which would be considered
By us
And all those awkward inbetweens
Which we pursue
In a buzz
I get lost somewhere between the I and US
Child hoodie
It amazes me how
My childhood self
Still lives on and breathes
Eternally in
The memories unbeknownst to everyone else
And yet this most adult me
Ever changes around
And in some part ls due
To these beings
Not being themselves
And in becoming so blue
I have since read (more fully) myself
You don't really (ever) stop growing
It's just in different ways about
The day we decided
We rolled into a parking lot
Looked up at the sky and decided to fly
Take a trip, make a wish
Watch a wave crash upon the shores and die
Take a swing, make a dish
Taste the apples and spice
Watch the warm autumn leaves
Wave goodbye to us, twice
Lift your eyes to the sky
I look down to the ground
Cut the ice with a skate
Paint the conversions with towns
And of all of these thing
Are we not
But they must
Just like the day we decided to test out this us
Saria
Universe gazing
I cannot look through
But inwards at
The universe that is you
The one which I wish to know
But never fully will
As a creator you create for me
And reflect the stars and galaxies
Saria
Gamblers, A Tanka
Betting men know not
How to not trust in this fate
How to come home late
How to share in certainly
Without rolling life's die
Claim no awareness, yes
Claim no perfection for yourself
Ever
Lest the tides change
The weather never breaks
Or all the stars finally fall
No
The only claim
You should make about self
Is that you were as you were
And are
As your most selfaware self
Wishes you to be
In looking back we know best
What we ought to be tomorrow
Yes
Thoughts as leaves
Prior thoughts
Your own or not
Are like leaves fallen off
You can’t even track them down
Or pin them down
Or attempt to pin them back on
They’re just gone
And so you should let them be
Breathe you in, hold you close
Perched
Precariously on a couch
They were
And he
In the half light close
Breathing in his new loves host
As only they had since discovered
Anew
She was beneath
But not crushed
He was above
But not unbalanced
And in this resting peace
She heard him say
"It's ok
I've got you"
Saria
Prior worries past
I can do nothing about
The sun which has set
The burned out star
Or the dried up riverbed
And to feel jealous or
Somehow responsible for that
When I can control neither the flowing sun
Nor the burning sky or the waterless
It not me, no
But my emotion which shows
It is not true, yes
But just a feeling instead
The kind of fire in a heart
Which no man's healthy mind needs
The kind of negative desire
From which I always will flee
Saria
Fading flames
As a furnace we burn
Though our coals are not bright
Though we wish and wish
For a different form of life
This life itself
Isn't awareness
Though in burning it is most certainly
Bright
And the saddest form of seeing is this
The distant flicker of a once bright light
Fading off into the night
Saying goodbye and goodnight
"May your consciousness ship depart quickly"
I pray
Freshwater beds, a tanka
Ocean beds cannot
Rest peacefully when these men
Pour out their needs slow
Into the ocean of life
Expecting salt to savor
My heart whispered in the dark
You sleep in my arms
As a bright log rests in a quiet fire
Glowing softly
Radiating slowly
And encouraging gently
As if I may never be cold again
Your rest
Is my joy
Saria
This Experience
Though by no means
A slave to my senses
I
Have emmensly enjoyed
That experience which
And the discovery of
What us
Looks like
Tastes like
Feels like
Is like
Yup
Looking at you
Looking at you
Even an image of late
Is like observing the moon
During all times of day
Like stairing at the sky
Through all kinds of weather
But most like when heavy summer rains
Burst through the clouds to my amaze
And my eyes are filled
But can't get enough
Of the clear beauty which you are
In abundant blinks
It's funny how even at this distant memory I
Can still breath it in
Like the rain which fell
Most recently
Saria