Quite away from self

No people or person

Or meal or distraction

Or will or way

Or future or past

Can

Ever pull you up quite

And away from self

Nearly as fast

Or as quickly as faith

Can dispel self away

None of these can

Or will

Or away will ever again

Satisfy

And yes

Thank, God

Sky light, skylight, a haiku

Skylight is not light

But the space to be seen as

Falling sun perhaps

Clear day wedding bells

Again

Here I see how

A dawn
Most dawning
Is a beautiful thing

Not to be proven right
Or wrong
Or worse for light

But to see as a painter
In their exuberant purpose
Shown

And in the showing your peers
Shown to be lacking somehow
When you quietly waited for truth and found

This, is a smile worth revisited sound

These wedding bells aloud

Time once spent

Certain things in life

You can change

Unlike time

Once spent

Unrolled upon the ground

There is no returning back

To bone structure or strife

In stead

Unwind your mind

Roll up your sleeves alive

And dig

Deep into the being of self within meaning

In order to find

Your joy

Seeing ourselves, a tanka

Watching is at most
To project perhaps a bit
Of belief in those
In whom we see ourselves young
To which could one day be old

They hide behind

Thoughts are a closed door

Perhaps

By eyes are windows

And a face a house

Both facing in

Breathing there

Beaming out

As if to say

Hello, but don't come knocking today

Unless you must

Lines

Between two lines

Both above and below

Runs a place inbetween

Home and heart

Hearth and home

And with a whispering whistle

And a screeching stop

A pulling out undertone

There lies about

On its face

A most impatiently placed seat of grace

As we wait here and say

To purselves being

At all at once unseeing, alone

Trust me

Dearest place

There is this a train station

And one day soon

No more here, we'll be home

And we are

A quiet time

A gift

A curse

If we instead

Do find it to be

So

Or out of need to be

There

And we are

These goodbyes can be good

Knowing how long life

Continues on

Should make you smile

Even at the goodbyes impart

Having long since learned

That noone is ever truly

Gone

Or awry

They just are

New, young, light, bright

Try all you like

To make the other see the day

As new

As young

As light

As bright

But know that no

It will never be the case

Unless

Their eyes choose to open

Of their own accord

And see

Who are you to say what daylight is?

You should only breathe for yourself

Revelation

Appreciation - for someone else's feelings

In a momentary sentimental express

Perhaps

But son

Don’t you spend a day

Breathing for the dead

As that would be a waste

Expressed 

A fellow heart of service

Here I feel
That same kindred spirit
Which permeated yours
So many years ago
My dear
Their volunteer

God bless you

Thought born tanka

There is no way for

A most innermost thought born

To be seen without

A conscious sharing of birth

And in newborn eyes a smile

Spring forth tree leaves

There is a moment every winter

Be it silent and serene

And quietly explained and expressed

By her fair nature alike

Where the wind and the brush

And the limbs and the trees

All see in unison

ENOUGH

Let us spring forth and

Be

Free

Seeing Kind

Kindness is seeing

What kind of a life

Has been stuck to a being

Not even due to their own device

But then to think of them

By a new means of expansion

And to what where they could be

Of their feet on which could stand

That is a kind sight

Indeed

To

See

Your little universe, perhaps

All will be right

Not with the world

But within your little universe, perhaps

When you pause and see and hear and speak

Of the memories which are becoming first hand

As a current sight in your eyes to find

So at last you should smile

Knowing no tomorrow is meant

And every yesterday has lead

You to this moment in mind

To a place where you can choose to see

That all will be right

Unspoken sound

There is a genuine heartandsoul

Which beats and blinks

And breathes with soft sound

Speaking not of what is

Or of what has been at all

But such a voice pants

And laps at purpose and meaning alike

In the sound if tomorrow

Now in your ears may be

Alive

Cold Landing Spot

A slow fall

This life 

A lazy snowfall

Is 

An inevitable end

In a cold landing below

A slow melt

Becomes a merger of home

Into water as one

We are

All are

The wind and breeze between, perfect flow

I turned and you were there

Like a sudden face

Of a friend I prayed into being somehow

My unknown now know

My once wish returned

And I a smiling incarnation of joy

Am so happy for this walk

And in this gardened way

Now fully grown

To have a taken a turn

Most botanical in nature

For ypu are growing

And I have grown

So fond of these words

Overflowing and flown

Like the wingtipped air

Between flowers and birds

Blow

Tanka, perfect flow

Close my eyes and reach

Out with arms extended now

To catch time flawless

For I am an imperfect

Wordsmith alive with purpose