Around me, a haiku
Flowing green falls slow
With stirring caramel sounds
Quiet friends around
Gentle caring
A gentle push
Out of a desired growth
Is what we trees do need
In a world full of burning
Of crooked twist and turning
Of timber more than every ten
And out of wishes to show
Wherever true choice and at chance can begin
This is the soil and seed to sow
And to it we commit one another
Those who build around, rise
A young means heart
Should be taught to elevate
Rather than to regress
To the innate and always human response of this
The desire too
Instead of building up
To smile at a crash
And to please ones self to the falling down
This is a boyish pleasure
Away and out of I wish
When a man stands up and
Elevates all those around
There is a difference
Most noticeable
True rewards are never earned
Carve not
Paint not
Throw out all thoughts
And ideas of monetary grandeur in doing
Anything for anyone
More than the self
More than this for you
For the chances of anything else
Making you happy or beyond joyful
Are few and far between
And the best will never be
A monetarily focused version of you
Just live
Just do
For you
Mantra and motto
TAKE TIME FOR GOD
Meditate in stillness
and let the noise fall away.
Slow down in your work —
Perfection is not required.
but accuracy is.
DON'T WASTE LIFE WORRYING
Do the hardest thing first
and face it without fear.
LEARN SOMETHING NEW
Control what you can
release what you can't carry.
And above all else,
CHOOSE GRATITUDE
Number Nine
Electric hands
Sending thunder to strike
And with a laser eyed focus
Almost on a track is this steam engine like
Transfer of energy and gears
Forward power and strength of match
And with a friction based strike
Pop
Goes the moment of history in which
My swing erases all doubt
Of where true focus exists
Goodbye and erase
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