Both void and bridge
A man can ask
And sometimes it may even seem
That only a void will answer
In its massive language of nothing
When in truth
God himself made both void
And bridge
And every language alike
And his is the will of all communicative might
It will not be this for long
There is time for all
And every thought and feeling
Which you might be in
And no plans will save you
Nor will planning itself
Be either write or wrong
It’s just life
It’s just lived
And it will not be for this
(For long)
Serving kind
To serve is to bless
And to bless is certainly good
It’s just
For you
My wish is not that you would always serve
At least in this particular way
But that you would grow and change
And be Hwy you would serve in new ways
And this
Is the human challenge divine
To grow and change
And in continual service to align
Look up, a tanka
No matter how low
All the humans around, dig
The horizon is
Always smiling in its time
And thus waiting for you to
Ironic answers at impossible times
A continual prayer
May end up being
Only an answer you’d wish
And at the worst possible time
For you
To see it come into a newfound being
And to exist
This is
Ha
So true
Makes me laugh
Innately human
A computer can
Skip a surface based stone
For sure
And far
In a very memorizing style
Even a good distance away
And yet
This human emotive spirit
To up and speak and understand (one another)
Is something so unique
And so innately special
That we cannot ever truly
Modernize, or modify, or innovate it
Away
Just try, a tanka
One thing I would recommend
Is to breathe in snow
And exhale fog
Each morning until
You are centered again
A growing wish
A wish is this
Something you care for and grow
Until all of a sudden
It stands up right and walks
Never again to crawl below
And in that sudden moment
It is
And never will be
The same
For this growth has grown
And all that has been will be
And was
Rearranged
Like heartburn
Frustration burns
And fuels head shaking with
A soloistic understanding
Inside
Like heartburn
Step along for I care not
If there is one thing I’ve known
It’s not that I’ve learned too much
But too few
Of everything
But especially of
This inability to care
Step along
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