False Guise

I'm under no false guise

That somehow reaching out now

Will permit more of a hearanle sound

As compared to before

But please

Just know

That for you I reach still

Even when so close

As this life has allowed us

To be

I still do and am

For you and me

Justify, a tanka

We as humans do

Justify ourselves to be

More than anyone

Or anything else on earth

As just in this our being

Life is breath (some advice)

If you're not careful with life
You won't live it at all
But instead
Permit yourselves
To breath out everything
And take in nothing
Until all the time around you is exhausted
And everything you ever did
(That final day)
Was your last

My advice to you
Is to be more aware of now
Of its impermanence

And to not
Do that

Myself, All The Time

I never thought I'd need
Permission to be
And think
Away from this newfound me
Even for just a few minutes at a time
But I can and do
And am and most greatful
Not for intimacy
(All the time)
But for time to simply be
(Myself)
On occasion

All Stretch

Muscles skin

Fat, flab, or fair

Bright glowing in soul

Or in a coffee enduced stare

Dear world

Written from me

Know most sincerely that

Nobody

Truly ever

Other than looking

For the sake of look

Even, ever, or will

Care

Lol

Complex Breaths

Simply put
Between complex breaths
The knowledge is known
And only you I seek
For only you know the silent circles I speak

Do you see?

A freedom of care

Caring can be

More free and unbridled

When you yourself

Are untied and untamed

But being so

Kinda sucks

Because such freedom

Is almost always too free

Full of nothing but potential

Whereas now

There is beyond mere promise

Now there is life

In its most purest form and actuality

Pacing, a tanka

People pace around

To see what life can bring forth

When really they are

Down the same paths just walking

Round and round in the design

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