Nail of truth

Every once and awhile

We humans swing a hammer

So close to the nail of truth

That our efforts shimmer

And in a dazzling arc

Strike closer to what is

Than ever before

And spark

Waiting for a forever train

We are all just waiting

Or walking

Or working

At a train station

For plane

Or bus rest

For stopping

Until we’re all gone

One by one

And home

Aka not here

Fearless I say and hope

A fearless man

Should fear only God

And perhaps slightly those betrayals

Which would cut off blood from the heart

Or breath to the lungs

Or hope from the mind

I say

So I think and find

We look into screens

And into air and eyes

All around and yet without

Stopping to simply live

To be thankful for these

Our own senses and self

For our own smiles and eyes

Facing out

And these I think

Are blessing and states

Of being beyond compare

Or so I think and find

A most curious tanka

The most curious

Thing about people I see

Is that they were you

Once upon a time before

Just as soon like them you’ll be

Pour out

Pour out my soul to no one

In a quiet corner of this intuitive imagination lost

Unfound

I stand

The most assured and straight

As once a young man was (I) without cost

Spending time

In search and worth

Unbound by earth

Midst mind and sky

Of this now I’ve become most certain and sure

It is he and not I

Until my faith calls me home

As he knows and knows

Where my heart and words can be found

In this life and in the next

Most alive

My thanks

Growing into rush

The really good things

In both life and in self

Are not about the excited feelings

Of a kitsune rush

Or the heartbeat drum which pounds

(And sounds)

Almost out of your chest alive

And in bursting flowers, forth blooms

Though those are strong in memory

I say no

Not really

Instead it’s in the growing

And in the growth

Of a good solid soil beneath

From which all things spring

And in the sudden fourth month

Up and grow

On a daily basis until

You can’t even recognize your own

Anymore

For you have changed

And that’s what this is about

My plight

Forever destined

To find both

Success

And unrest

In the most prosperous acts

Within the most unprofitable arenas

Ha

Humanunbeings, a tanka

Humanunbeings

Always find ways most simple

To complicate life

For more than just themselves but

For generations many

Propriety of proposition

Knowing when to ask

Or to not

Is both a choice and tact

Is both a chance and self awareness

Because to try is one thing

But to impose another

And I

Much prefer the try

And most appropriate when done

Must be

The title of adult, a haiku

No adult remains

In their childhood home close

And yet earns the title

Of secrets

The power of a secret

Really resides therein

And in the sharing explodes

Into a conscious awareness

Which means?

Well… it means the experience

Of awareness

Once was and now is

Probably passed

And that’s ok

Provided that it’s what you

The holder

Really wanted

The waves above

There is an oddness to this world

Unseen but knowing

Outside but felt

And we

Like the sands

Roll beneath the waves above

And pray for calmer nights

And coolers days

Yet neither of those

Themselves ever happen

That way

Instead

We all crash and roll

When least expect

To fly, we birds

Birds don’t cry out for the sky

The just know it

Having been raised all along

There beneath it

And within it

And above it

To fly

Creator created

I always felt

Like I was searching for a space

Within which to be rewarded

For nothing really

Aside from a selfishness of self

Perhaps

But now

Having seen myself a mirror

And more fully looked

Upon my own most honest

Face of reason

And future hope combined

I see at last

Not that nothing is free

But that a calling will cost you

Far more than any ordinary life

Would ever buy for you

With time

Awareness and un, a tanka I know well

There is awareness

And there is the quiet un

Which both in their time

Are good for a man in his

Uncomposed love for the mind

Never greener

Ask yourself

Really ask yourself

If that better would be

And if you could see beyond it

To the clean up of post

Ask yourself

In earnest and see

If you still want to say yes

Then your mistake is not in the dream

But in the reality of what you haven’t done

In the cold hard truth of what you don’t deserve

In what you’ve been missing all along

Such an atmosphere

A wish

Is a wish

And you should spend no time

Waiting for stars

Or untouchable feelings

(To count)

No matter how compelling

Or even warm they may seem

Instead

You should awake

Not to cold hard soft if truth

But to the reality of

If you are living your own dream

Or even pursuing you own eyes

And what they can see

During the hopeful days

Of looking out and up

Beneath the sky

Such an atmosphere is to be desired

My friend

When words rain

Sometimes words

Like rain fall fast

And other times I see them

Almost in a slow motion down

In a crashing arc

And to deathful ground

They are committed slow

And with an exploding way

Flow outward and

Around the bend

Until they are no more seen by me

Or heard around

As rain fall down

And finally my personal favorite

The time to choose

Who you are

Never truly comes

All at once at least

But it seems

Like random intersections

And at the corner of responses

Resides both decision and direction

At least on a daily basis

So it

Seems

Espa