The whole tanka
The whole world can know
What I inevitably
Will be in this time
Knowing ahead of myself
Makes no difference to me
How I work, and suddenly personal
As a child I ran
From dreams of others
Which pulled my mind away
From dreams of own
Away
Yet now I stand
As a capable curator
Of all kind of thought
And outcomes and minds
I stand
More capable now as a result of my growth
I truly am
Just like them, yes
Just like them
I wished (once)
On occasion to be nothing
To be fog which only seen
Or to disappear into mist
Most often I did
And having seen such I realize
That we are one and the same in this
And someday most I’d like to see
Them as well be - free
At least of that gray occasional wish
Yes
That’s what I would like
Being fearless is
Fearlessness
Is not a clueless unknowing
Of what is to come
Or how you will survive
Fearlessness is
Knowing what could come
(What will come)
And still doing it anyway
And everyday, done
Fullness isn’t
Fullness
Isn’t something to aspire to in this life
But helping
Helping is something
On the other side of strive
Towards which we swim
And into the hopefulness of lost
Often dive deep
As we as believers are those
Who try
Changed Wish, a Haiku
Softly glowing this
Hope of mine in heart and hand
For I’m a changed wish
Burning papers as a tanka
Burning papers slow
Never really worked for me
As a means of this
Sudden departure of mind
We humans call letting go
The support
As much as I want
To live alone
And to know
No other responsibilities than these
I now see
Just how much greater life is
Both with can and will be
Of a togetherness shared
It is the difference between earth and eternity
And this I see now
With ease
The support
A dimensional tanka
A dimension of
One simple way is to be
Understood, yes but
There is far more to life than
Simple judgement of was then
The stars will not change with just a complaint or a haiku
You speak nonsense sky
With a vitriolic heart
Expecting new stars
It’s not about you
The greatest crazy
Anyone can assume
Is that everyone
And everything
And every leaf blown breeze
Is somehow about you
Which it is not
Though you are a part of it
Just let go
Anew, true, you
As seasons turn
So also do days
Into moments in mind
And new memories formed
Where the spring of our youth
Becomes immortal in fall
And then frozen till spring
Returns anew
And we are forgotten as thoughts
So is true
So is you
(And your memories alike)
Mind moment and tanka
This is the fullness
Of mind and moment combined
Which my forehead feels
And in this instant adores
As I am now more alive