The distance from, is this

Youth and maturity

Are as far apart

As stars and seabeds

Pick one

Sink and swim

Or fly without gravity

You cannot have both

Just pick

How haiku flakes do fall

Snow will do that which

It was always built to do

And so it will fall

Geography in short order

Gray skies

And perspectives alike

Are in one way and the same

A mere symptom of

This one thing

Geography

A twisting turning haiku of mine

Manipulate this

Twist and turn yourself to that

Will never make whole

There are always fires somewhere in the forest

The day everything is perfect

The day everything is right

Will never come

Did not exist

A wickless candle

As day is night

They never mix

And never will

All days, a tanka

All days will so end

Just as all suns will arise

With the tides which ebb

And the flow of these most small

Subtle days which once arrived

Wildfire

Just as in

Your own personal life, a truth

You should know and understand that

Wildfires are always burning

Somewhere on the earth

There are embers glowing

Flames overflowing

And coals growing colder with every second

Until the daylight turns

And the nights due ensues

Though the games may live

So the rain arrives

Turning all the runoff into lye

Just as in your own personal life, you

And so must learn

Life is breath given

You can wait and wait

For your life to begin

Be it with calm or with a more volatile embrace

You can

At any time

Choose to live

So long by as you breathe and see

The breath before yourself outstretched

From your chest

Then what are you waiting for

What and what?

Gray skies, a haiku

Gray skies mean not blue

Cannot exist as this one

And wherein meets two

Stars and meteors

A heart of want

Wants most of all

What is in mind as mind

And desires to endure

And never fall

Much like the stars

But for a second

We are all

Safe until the sudden plummet

In becoming aware

And of the fact that were are just

Meteorites

Dig until when

Never stop digging, my friend

With good earth under your finger tips

And then

Clean them out

Rest

And then again

Dig and dig until when

You get at the rock and truth

Which resides beneath

This most undug version of you

And again

Beginnings before

A new beginning

Will never mean

That all those beginnings prior

Never were

Or will ever again be

Or somehow need

To subside like the tide

For as you can see

There is always a body of water

Such as this

Such is you

The sea

Into oblivion

A stare into oblivion

Is by no means

Even close to a backwards step

A stare into oblivion is in fact

More of a statement of mind

Than many or any other kind

For into oblivion

You can certainly look

But cannot step

And survive

A wave of moonlight

Like a wave

Cresting high

Crash over

This most

Unsensory me

And instead

Flood me with

New sense

New sound

And a blue

Bright burning

New moon

(In the sea and sky alike)  

New and different

New and different

Both tempt and torture

One and all alike

Regardless of status or standing

Of time or tests having long since past

For we all wish for more

In that indefinite way

As we humans do

As is nature

New and different 

The foundation of knowledge

The point of teaching

Both is and isn’t

The foundation of knowing

But the true grounding of confidence

Which comes along with

A strong understanding (to stand on)

Days and days

The version of you

Which wishes and prays

For transformation each day

Will certainly get it with the dawn

With the renewed light of each and every

Coming day

And days

Old blog posts

I can and will not

Forget

But your words certainly help

To remember and remind

This

The one you

My

Family of mine

You are missed

Far more than

Any such word could fill

This empty this amiss in mind

But in that

And with it

I will take

What words I can ultimately cling to and find

Deepest water, quiet whisper

Deepest water

Whisper into my heart

A word of truth

To set my sights and annuals by

So that I might grow in listening ways

And hum again in both hearing and heart

The running sounds of the places without space

Between the rocks and the waters and mantle plates

Whisper these

Most well known ways

The quiet let alone

The quiet thing

For intuitive to remember

Is that when you look out

Through that window of yours

No one else sees a house

No one else sees you

The outside world will only see

What they think you can be

To them

So this

Whatever song you’re listening right now to try and feel

Is solely within you my friend

And the outside world

In all of its turning and grinding and creaking growing

Will not yield

Your house is home

Yes

But no one else gets to see what you do in it

So stop expecting them to know

Let alone see

Let alone