Silent Moment

A silent moment to seek

Is not due to any sound of you

To any noise of harp

But instead

Such silence

Is meant to bring me back to me

To a place where I am no longer

Not even tempted to speak

In short

And that is why

I seek out the seat

Where time drops like rain

And the only storm left hovering above

Is the words to fall

Most honestly

Down

Glancing keep

Any glances now

Turned my way in the least

Are at most not about me (at all)

I know

They are about you

As my keeper

As my soul lover

You my chooser now known

Any such compliment is for you now alone.

Which is ironic as we are in fact

Together

Busy Intimate

Busy and progress
Forward and sorting

These are the drugs
Of a mind
Most organized and
In it's group ways of thinking

Pulling towards one aim
In visions and sight now
Together we are

Almost.... cavorting

Mind Alone

Alone

Is the first time

My mind has been

Truly left

To it's own devices

In days

And that is ok

It is just different

It is

To suddenly explode into being

More fully than ever before

I am full, and unalone

New Wisdom

There's a really interesting relationship

Between respecting self

And yet humbling self

When new wisdom occurs 

And your guilt is found

How then will you respond

When it's when

And the time is slipping fast

And everyone most negative is there

And close, and bare, and all around

A weak man leaves

Or complains

Or refuses to grow

When such a change

Is actually ordained

And is truly a gift from God

How will you be then?

Where will your future self be found?

Just you

If there was one thing

That I wish you could know

About me, in full

It's no longer my name

Where I come from or go

But instead

How I've felt

Beyond tragedy and woe

For there is none other there, no

By any other name

To which I ever again

To desire or go

Just you

Saria

A tanka about tankas

This method is so

For myself and for others

A succinct feeling

Of knowing rivers have flowed

Even if only to streams

BooksAre

Books are a promise

Of a mind that could be

If the bindings of time

And of paper

And of being

Were suddenly opened and

Remained so

Aims and the aimless

Aimless minds
Can be so hard to respect

When you yourself
Have aimed often so high

Or so it feels
Sometimes

But there are those instead
Who see smoke as joy

And pray away all prayers
Claiming not to care

When really an aim
Is a good thing for which to try

Truly so, not low
Instead look to the sky

Humanity and time

Human life

Is just time

Unstopped

A constant reminder that we

Are not earth or sky

Neither stone or sea

We are something else bound by concept

And in constant opinion of others and noones

We are humans

We are free

Kinda

A life capable of thanks

For this protection

And sense of self (aware)

I am most happily thankful

Because life, any other way

Would not be wrong

Necessarily

But to be as I am

Is to bw self aware enough to see

That I actually like this version of me

And that is protection manifest

From so many other unpleasant selves

Which could've been, but never did

Thankfully

How men fail to speak, a tanka

Men know not how this

Beautiful sky has become

Erupted into

Brightest colors full and blown

As the day is long we don't

Live to swing away

Enjoy all that is today

Because no tomorrow will last

And fear not one certain outcome

Lest you create it to pass

Swing away instead with umbrage

When all the decks turnout stacked

And look wholly at your lover

Not to visions of the past

On time and life

The only way for life

To be lived

Is to live

The difficult part

Is to do it in a conscious manner

When all around you screams

"Be unconscious

Forever coasting"

Free from responsibility

And gain alike

This is tough

This justice is timed

And this is life

In seeing our thin appearances

Skin is air

And though we may try

And push a breeze

Or capture a breath

(In a sail)

It is instead with eyes

Unlike

Thsy God sees skies

And steam

And mist

And skin

And lives

Drinking, a tanka

Drinking and water

Are not always therein you

Felt as if a cool

Rushing wave of new life is

Renewed within a thurst true

Youth and the other

There is a me still young

Who dreams but doesn't like to

And controls no more of self

Than than a bee controls

The various flowers that be

In bloom and all around anew

And yet

This old me flys

Too much

Too high

And all around in too much orders

And if not careful

One oe the other

Will seemingly

Die

Thus is the nature

Of a buzz in winter

Prior verse, I pray (for)

Somewhere along

The mile lines

I pray

To have stumbled upon

The best I ever met

As a traveling smith

And worked to alive

This beating heart of words

Resuscitated until

Once again there

Along the side of the wire road

I was alive

And well and lost

In my words

Taking of time

Knowing you, as I do

And me, as I am

And us, as we will be

Now, more than ever

I, most honestly need

To be at peace, here

And just for a moment, still

As I am

And have willed myself

To be

For just a moment

Now

A talent is breathing, yes

Talent is not obligation

Just as choice is not undecision

Because at the end of the day

It ends with hiss

And its you who lets your breath

Either

Burst or escape in a mist

From your lips

Bottom line

Is don't sign out of prior practice

Be alive, instead