Adream Orelse

We humans need

A dream or else

We fall back into this

The lack thereof which leads to

A most shallow 

Most empty

Reaidualness 

And this 

Is very bad indeed

You see?

Forward with grace

Nearness is neither blessing nor curse

When balanced properly

On the edge of opportunity

This is when a chance to step

And to guide steps forward

Is the right way to approach such sights

Neither left nor right

But forward with grace

Is right

There is a whole ocean out there

Do not envy

One dimensional depths

Or shallow pools of want

Which build up in warmth

And barely reflect the sun

Meant to know no more

Than evaporation once

You should not because

There’s a whole ocean out there

Beyond this this three by three

Uneven close to the sea

And you were meant to swim

Not just splash, my free

For no puddle ever offered such

Either danger or ease

Hear this haiku

I want you when here

To hear everything which was

In this moment is

Caring

Caring is not a virtue

But a feeling of felt

And that

Is fine

And soft

And smooth as sanded stone

Or saddle soap on leather old

But feelings themselves

Only think they can

Keep your warm at night

When the cold harsh comes

And caring can only carry you so far

When your eyes will not see

Beyond what you feel is true

Open up to beyond

Challenge yourself to new

In serving others, we

There are those who serve nothing

Themselves or causes less

Than honorable

Than holy in approach

And than

For fear of sounding

Thou or preachy

Out

There is us

Life, Life Is

Life is full

Of those thing of all

Both new

And old

And mundane

And insanely reassuring

To the point of knowing and blurring

Which is which

And what is what

And when you need to

Again return to new

But life

Good life

Is when mixed all these things are

Throughout and through

And with a lens of faith

Revived anew

And therein lies

The secret

Life

Spendings

The weirdest things

About and in this life

Are not us

In fact

But the space and time

And how we spend them

Forward back

See

The most difficult things

For a man to see

Are the self

And the act

And the very smeared line

Once drawn out in-between

Of this we forget

Almost daily and miss

Because we cannot

See

Coffee tanka

Black bean seeds of life

Fall down and out of favor

In the eyes of hands

Which reach for and decide these

Which chosen ones are coffee

Dearest love most true

How quickly I forget

When such a loving and living

Breathing and being

Blessing stand before me

As you

Dearest love most true

To me you are

Saria

Unbeing into being

Falling back

Like into snow

I rest now in

These simple tasks

Which pull my mind

Into a place of unbeing

Where all which falls is white

And these which were tasks

Like the bright dissipate

And I

Glided through them all and fell

Into a more settled place

Beneath the sky

Most quiet smile

There is a strengthening

Of soul

When not speech

Prevails

But instead

You hold

Onto the words of in

Without care for other men

But for yourself alone

You write not as whole

But in part

Difficult

Having a heart

Which beats so loudly

For a cause and being

So quietly hidden

Is not actually

A very easy thing

Indeed

When it comes to human beings

Being

In love with doing

What really matters

As compared to

What really pays

And is fleeting

And I have a heart such beat

Which is beating

Blood and leaves, a tanka

Regardless of these

Blood vessels alive inside

Bleed red perhaps yes

But it is green in which this

Spring blooming always resides

A heartfelt ask

Here within this quiet hum

Of all things unmade

I ask

You to make me anew

Show my feet where to move

And mind how to be

Quiet and at home with you

Once again

I’m am

And asking

Please

And then he was sent to prison

Falling from a gracious freedom

Is never a beautiful thing

Instead

It is the breaking of limbs

And the bruising of bones

And the shattering of family stained

Glass or not, it ends in a fall

And we are skin

In metal and plastic shells

See, a haiku

Keep praying to me

Asking how to look and see

And you will indeed

A worth or a spell in youth

A worth

And an negotiation

Are not the same

I find

In forming

An understanding of value

Which is shared between

So few

And negotiated so scarcely

Since

We are obsessed with what we are doing

On average

As compared to what it means

Or meant

When we did

Be it for a time

Or spell

As we were then

The embodiment of

Of it

The what we did

When we were young

Dear Host

You can design and scheme

And build and dream

All you want

For all your time (or most)

And yet if you help no one

With a do or try

Then what is the point

Of living

Dear host