Such change, can

All a man can do

Is truth

And give as his heart

So accordingly speaks

Of a time of a place

Of a beint of a means

And everyone else

Over their own being bes

Most surround by self

As they have since let themselves

Be

And we are not the agents of changing such

Not you

Not me

Won't go away, they keep knocking me sideways

I mange mine

Not so you can manage yours

But you should

Please

Most Alive

You are

Most alive

When a candle burns

And flickers alive

And I 

Live brightly

In the wispy smoke 

Of when it ends

In ending light

This is truth

This I like

Warming your bones

Bones

Young bones

On these cold days call

For a warming vat

Of one substance or another

Or perhaps

Or in the being of being

All

For them, for you, for us

The hardest thing
About marriage is
Realizing you both are
And yet not at all
Marrying them for them
And for you
And for the future which could be
Perhaps
The is true
At least to some degree
Yes, perhaps

A heart-warming match

The warmth of choice

Hits my heart like a fire

A remebers back

To the very color of the match

Before it was struck on us

And burst forth into being

You and me

Becoming us

Such a warmth

Such a meaning

Saria

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