SariaHeart

I want to love you

Even more than

My own selfish mind

Loves itself

(Far too much of the time)

Saria

Stomach

Hunger

Beneath all surfaces

Is a most human thing

Though often embodied by not

Hunger is this

This most feeling of feast

Which we humans desire

In our gluttony

And find ourselves

Lost

Fear not

What can the hand of man do to me?

Be it thrown in the sea

To be devoured by the leviathan

Or burried deep beneath the earth

Before my last breath shall pass

I rest

Knowing outcome and father alike

Because my soul burns like a flame

Atop an eternal candle alight

In a much higher place than the twinkling sky

And in a hall further mow than stars are alive

I smile

And know heavenly host and home alike

For what can they do?

Plenty to this hollow body

But nothing to me and mine and mind

Lesser Wishes

Sometimes a wish

Is no more true

Than an eternal day

No more reliable

Than a winters storm

On the outskirts of May

Though you may wish that a wish

Was indeed here to stay

Most loyal and true to truth

Moreoften than ought

A wish is just your wanting of being

Most anywhere which you are not

Currently

Paper Haikus

Dreams start on paper

And die on paper cutouts

Just the same in time

Young, old, and I

Young and old

But especially so

Have questions more important

Than anyone or else or thing

The old man sees this

And dies with answers

Having seen

The time slip by

Children are most anxious

To grow up and be

And in breathing to have

Lived their lives

But I

No old from living just the same

Know what its like to wait on children

Having once been questioned lame

My heart a few years ago

For days I did not rustle

And was without

And then suddenly

Like a breeze

This beautiful sprite

Walked into my arms

Breathed spring into me

And I grew again

As I once had done

Tall into the sky

To new heights unknown

In a sky wholly your own

Your passion is a glowing sun

In a sky only I have seen

And in warming burn not

Too hot for me

But in coaxing draws out

All of the colding frowns and former anxieties

Saria

A painted view

The way God paints the sky

With his subconscious mind

Each day without either care or concern

Across the canvas of eyes

No less impressive then

Is the humanness of this

The way your care and concern

For the future grows in growth

Governed by the injust and justice

Colors a picture more brightly of you

Than of any morning hue

My camera eyes have ever seen in the sky

How you care I do not

But I love the sight all the same

How you live I know not

Though I am happy you do

Saria

Something I’ve Learned

Ideas can be

Such wild and dangerous things

When not tempered with Why

When not vetted with Should

And when given to children

Before they believed

Even in themselves that they could

Dream your own dreams, son

Noone elses you should

It's not worth it

Some, Time

Some,

In drowing for the lack thereof

Either need it or hate it

So very much so,

That the very blood in their veins is not enough

And others,

On park benches

Without a care in the world

Dance, knowing freedom

As a closer friend than any human

As for me I don't know

Though I know I need to dance more

Time

Doing, a haiku

Would you ask the ball

How a golfer made the shot

I think not, he did

Falling back to earth

Names and buildings

Rise up for just moments

In the eyes of the creator

Our years are not years

But baked clay stacked lowed

Above homedirt to which

All of these surfaces

Must ultimately go

Inconsequential is the word

This day

Mirroring, a tanka

Try as you may try

With intentionality

Until the bluest

Of skies and eyes are found

Looking back as a blessing

Faith Inevitable

Be it east or west

Or tree or block

Or place unplaced

Or the quiet ticking of any clock

One thing remains

One thing the same

Like the earth which stretches

Its legs out underneath

As the growing pull of gravity

Is the weight of God

Like the wind he moves

But cannot be seen

Familial

A man prays for reason

He prays for peace and understanding

But also this

A deep prayer of hope

That the fullgrown tree from which you fell

Is not a friend for shade

But a tall standing pillar of truth

Growing in good tilled earth

And in a garden of God knowing truth

Found

I believe this is such

Baseball

When standing over

The five pointed star

I breathe in smoke

And spit out fog

And live a different life

In a world which is not for all

To this day I've yet to know

If it was meant for me

Or if this was just the first

Place of fascination

Towards which my youthful feet did go

The one thing I do (know)

Is that God loves humor

Highs and lows and homeruns

As he is outside of this park

And can never be unfelt or undone

Knowing, Living

If I knew everything

I'd be nothing

And that inevitably

Would be

Far from tolerable

For everyone

Especially me

To live is to learn unendingly

Or to be content in ignorance

With glowing skin

I can promise for I have seen

That the brightest star is not in the sky

Though it burns like fire all day

And stretches out like sunset clouds

On your neck and chest

It ignites in me

A warmth I've never felt before

In a season I've never seen before

And lingers in my eyes

Much to my own delight

Like a warm breath breathed out over a cold lake

Waiting I bask in your wake

And in wakfulness feeling short as a night

I love the way your cool hands feel

And the way you glow inside

Saria

Discontent

Contentment is a funny thing

For someone who as dis

And with such high

Expectations is

As I

I am never such found

Across all forms of contentment

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