A point of emptiness

Graciousness

Has a point

Of

Emptiness where

No more

Willingness

At all

Decides to

Exist

Anymore

Espa

Wouldn’t wish

If I could wish

For a comfort unmatched

In this life of constant change

I would want

But wouldn’t wish

Perhaps

As this life

Is not meant for such desires at all

But a train station inbetween

Espa

A place of creation

Here or there

There will always be

A man like me

A man of dreaming hopes

With true determination of being

To create something out of mire

Out of nothing smoke

And mountains asleep until awoke

And you cannot take such a place out of me

But only me out of it for a spell

Yesterday is

Worry is worry

Regardless of what is or has

What will be will be

And you

Even in your most

Self perceived internal wisdom

Will not know what to do

Until the clock strikes now

And yesterday is behind

And there’s no more of life

Unless you live it

To be

To make

And be free

A vision beyond

So much of what I do

Is not about today at all

But a plan for tomorrow

A vision beyond next week

And an influence which will hopefully stretch

Out like arms into an eternity

At least by human standards

Standing, like monuments

Wishing for dreams

A more youthful me

Used to wish for wishes

And dream of dreams

In the most unrecognized way

But true standing of self

Is in more honest reflection

Over all the what has and the who you are

Not just becoming, but have been

A red dawn, haiku

Sanguine red skylines

Call out about this bloodied

Boxing day of red

Shore or sea

When a ship sails

You’re either on it or you’re not

There is no shoreline-standing

Or around-town-looking

When the whistle blow

And the champaign strikes

And you undertake

A new and exciting

Seafaring life

The waving wind

A human feeling

Is not the summer trees in the breeze

But the waving wind itself

As it comes and says goodbye

All at once

And is everything and nothing

Now gone

My sky, my water

Digital or print

In this happy medium

I grow wings and fly

Far above my vision less

Peers with their unseeing eyes

Nearness far

Are we happiest most

In the proximity of others

Whom we love

And inevitably care for to help

Perhaps

As that certainly can be

The exact opposite of distance

And the awareness once banished

Far away from this self

Unknown quantities eternal

Just quickly

Go ahead

And count the trees

(Just for a moment)

And recollect this sight

So that you can now again

(See)

Gods infinite wisdom

On display

In his not letting us

Know so many things

Or too many things

(To count)

Like stars or smiles

Or passersby the mile

Or trees and their amounts

(Of leaves) to fall

Time is not, a tanka

Dreams we like to think

Are as free as time can be

And yet time is not

Life about to

Never make the mistake

Of thinking that this life

In any way is about you

Because your breath may be yours

For the short time you can keep it

But the air belongs to the sky

And all the waters beneath it too

Are lifted higher every morning

Than your own body is

On this average each and every year

This is your plight

Yours is your life

But you will not keep it over

Let alone forever

Evaporate

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