Beneath a willow (again)

I walk away from myself

Beneath a willow tree of words

And as the branches droop and hang

I find

That greenlife exists

Independent of me

And now these words are out and free

Which makes me smile

Knowing that the breeze plays

And vines whisp

And I as walking beneath became

No longer me

A cup of cafe

The human heart

Or mind really

Feels differently

With a full cup in hand

Knowing for a moment that they are

Taken care of

Soon be to energized

And happy to hold

That exact thing in mind and heart

They are

As coffee is existence

A follower in heart

Faith is not just doing

Though a walk is good for the heart and soles

Faith is knowing, with a confident stride

Where you're headed

Regardless of when

And also the most important, where you'll go

A family out together

There's nothing stronger than this

Such a sense of belonging

When four or five move on as one

And in the arms of time

Enbrace for a short spell to

For someday they will gather

To remeber such days as these

When their lives were together here

More than not there

As they are now

The future oriented friends

What makes a friendship stay

Is it where you've been?

No

What makes a friendship grow

Is how willing you both are to walk

And in the same direction grow

Let the past remain there

Imperfect days

Do we try and keep

To create value

Or to disconnect

Or to somehow be

Less alone with ourselves

Less married to time

Or more together with peace

And in brokneness with the mind

Yes

Probably

So this always was me

For I was always this way

Looking away from what I could see

And in search of an abnormal day

So perfect

That I could finally be

With a forgetful smile free

When a partner passes

The saddest story

To watch and see

Especially if you aren't in it

And unable to change is

Is goodbye

Where shouldn't there be

There should not be

Any sort of smugness surrounding

Self presence

Or your lack of self loathing

Instead

When a steady man is completely content

He smiles to noone

And puts himself behind all others, first

For he is far from the worst critic of all

Himself

LivingTrue

There ought not to be

An ouce of desperation

In your respiratory life

Instead you should breath

And with an inward self worth

Emit the right and true

Emerge with confidence renewed

And in this way be

Pool and river

A pool will never suffice again

Once you've felt the direction

The guidance as if on a string

And a pull of the current beneath all things

In the river of life

We all move towards the sea

Us each

Far more rapidly than we expected

Fearing

A fear to me

Is not the outward step

So much

As the finding out

That those around

Will never be as dear as those

Who are currently near

Right now

Saria, a haiku

In walks a goddess
Who knows not that which she is
Imperfect holy

Pulling, a tanka

Fighting with the grass
To dry itself alive now
Is like painting clouds
Or like brushing tree leaves out
Or like pulling stars down when

A gift

One of the greatest gifts

You can give mankind

Is not to try and be a savior

But to better yourself each day until

You are better than yourself before

Don't ever stop such a learning yearn

Or life

And death

Will certainly bore

Oceans

Your comfort is more weighted
More heavy
Than every drop of atlantic
Or pacific
Or indian
Combined
To me



Saria

Endless worth

If you stumble back

Upon my words

From days perhaps

When my habds were warm

Then know this now

My you who I told

In a time almost as imperfect as yourself

Be it young or old

Or in action or still

I loved you for you, not myself at all

And to your future growth I bend

Unbroken

I always wished to command my will

Becaus you are

And are worth it

Always

Saria

If I knew where

If I knew where
Was the place
I could always be free
Of myself and my own constantly nagging
Judgement of life and self
And thought of being within ideals
If that where was within
Or so I like to think
That is where I would be
Most definitely
Indefinitely
Free

Pennies and stones

Coins in the sand

Are just nothings unfound

And I am in no such search

By the sea or anywhere else around

For you are a gem

Of pure carbon and stone

Less alarming than nickle or copper

And more valued than gold

Saria

Wonder wait why

Enjoyment is a weird thing

Like a door which locks

And you know it will

And yet still you stand

With no desire to walk though

Yet still

It stands there

Before you, innate

And yet you hesi

Wonder

Wait

Why again?

In head thought

We men of thought

Find too much in head

Too often and too soon

Alive so much

That we wish and pray

And return fantasies

To a time of youthful deeds once dear

When the times were like grass

Ever growing and short

And the days were nothing to last

Mere drops of sweat

Running down a buzzed head

For this kind of thought

Had it yet to ne born

In me

Though now I love it somehow