Just as the earth moves

I ask you

With a strong desire to beg

And say

Follow neither heart

Nor mind alike

But instead you should move

Just as the earth underneath you turns

Slowly

Steadily

And with the desire to be

In a round about way

Both circular and

In the most incomplete way

Complete

Freedom where you sit

Everything you see

Feel and live out to be

Is not due to you at all

In any way

Instead

All that was done by you

In every sense was him

And brought into being by he

Who made you you

In the beginning

And that means in a sense

You are not pointless

You are relentlessly out of control

And forever free

By this anyway due

Ill of nothing at all

Which is you

As he

Created you exactly to be

At this moment in time

Where you sit

And I am thoughts

From thoughts to hands

There are truly only

Two types of man

Both suffer

Wish and strive

But on the opposite ends aside

For they are each

The business success

The interpersonal thrive

And the soul struggling in between

And rarely ever shall they

For even a brief instant

Coincide

This is the nature of burning lives

As there is always a fire

Somewhere

Self bound

Lord only knows

If such time alone

Can unwind the twine

Of a mind spent too much

On its own and in its own ways

Bound

Lord only knows

And Lord only can

Fire and warmth

Aren’t we all just cold souls in the winter

Looking for fire and warmth

To call hearth and home

Perhaps so

Dare into the past

In so many ways now

I have learned to dare

And not to care

In the least about the minds of those

Who in passing pass

And will never last

More than in a minds eye

And for a moment of sight

For all such going’s will go

Into the past

As steam builds

Steam is in

Where heat begins

And so

Even few less know

The depts of words

And how they pool

And suddenly burst

Like downstream steam

And flow into air

Like clinging mists

These once were in

My heartbeat

In

With eyes for the sky

I am such

An oddity of choice

With eyes for the sky

And a heart which dies

When I hear how concrete is made

And in sorrow still

For these riverbeds young

So I run and run on

Into the pursuit of new

Paying that such dreams will not soil these waters

Through

Hopes and prayers

At the end of the day all you can do is hope and pray

That there are more than less

Good people in this world

Who see true hearts the same

For what they truly are

In truth

This is my hope

Both for me

And for you

In this game of life

Players

There is a comforting loss

In a community of same

Where in a similar joy of beating hearts

Did in passing remain

And we were one

And almost the same

For that short time in being

In strength weak memory remains

To some degree

There is need

And there is preference

And there is business

And things are these

Not just people

But feeling hints

And sorted habits

And heartfelt demands

To which we are all accountable

To some degree

Unalone Haiku

The point of having

At the end really is this

To have un-alone

Rivers and streams

There are some rivers unseen

Beneath the earth above

And the sky below

Which flow and flow

Like an eternal spring

And I am their keeper

Their runner

Their stream

Time tells the fullest tale

Time tells

The fullest tale

Of both truth and hope

And in doing so

The most honest story

The most realest being

Not to mention

The many different ways through which

We humans cope

And all I for

Is trust up front

And eyes to see as we do

For we are equal parts

Faithful and true

To ourselves

That is us

We humans are far more capable than

Most anything on this earth

You can envision

Within reason

Is almost possible in truth

If it’s both what you want

What God wishes

And that for which

Over the course of many years

You devote yourself

And walk daily towards

And to

Most anything on this earth

By the grace of God and the gift of vision

My friends

You can do

Sunlit choice, a tanka

Does the sunlight choose

To rise each day and glow so

Tremendously bright

Or was it born to be so

Bred and raised to be the light

Dig back in

Dig back in

Not to that which distracts

But into that which

Pulled forth becoming into more

Than you’ve ever been

Or done or though

Evermoreso than

Before

A curious little haiku

Curiosity

Was never intended to

Kill anything but

When I was fierce and young

For those years I

Was honored to be

An avatar of something more

Of something fierce

Of something which my fellow man both wished

And yet didn’t wish

To be until it was

And for those years

And in those memories

Forever it will be

Me

I’m very honored

Teaching I find

Teaching I find

Is both about learning yes

But little to nothing

Of what it is so much

Is about you at all

Or even the subject matter

As a whole

Teaching teach

The understanding of today’s

So that tomorrow can change

And certain outcomes could be

So long as those who listen and learn

Lean in close

To embrace