Through it for who

Time and space

The synchronous being of be

Should always in a sense

Be

Respected for where they are

For who they’ve been

And for what they will

Ultimately

Become

Through time and space

Applied

Always grow

Consider your heart

Where it was at

And then

If you do not care for

All the places it has been

It is simple

Live elsewhere

And grow

Into a new future far away

Keeping only the treasures

Throwing the failure far

Into a former daytime

Away

And grow

Always grow

Learning like, a haiku

A man can learn most

And from himself always try

And learn even more

Wishful outcome

Fantastical

Belief

And the time to commit

Is often time all

Which stops being

And wishful outcome

To exist

Sometimes

To start

You simply mush

To even exist at such

Yes

A vine grown away from

How do you make right

How do you set straight

How do you untangle a vine - grown away

As for me

I don’t know

But try I must

And strive I will

Because I am

And meant - I always was

A haiku deep and not

Beauty and contentment

Skin deep and time bent things of

Life and love alive

A haiku about, that moment of true no more

If you know me at

That moment of true no more

Then you’ve known my all

Games

Games

These

Are inevitable

Yes

But to

Play

And with

Heart

This

Spunk

And gumption

Collect

Is to be both with and without your being

All

At

One

Perhaps

And

For but

A moment

Game

Are this

For sure

Eternity so

So many people

Work to worship and be

In a state of nothing

Albeit something

Which is exclusively theirs

And in their own mind, free

And to do this

With chains

They’ll most definitely live

Ok this side of of the earth

And until true comes this

Eternity

Many

So many humans

Cannot help

But ruin

And spoil

And mame

A good limb

Once alive

Instead

They torture

And try to

To remove hand

From harmless life

And tire whole to not

Like a coin

Once flipped to see

They cannot help

But try

Sadly

When young was young

When young was young

And all winds were east

And with strong and cool

There blew a new

A most enjoyable song

Through the trees which watched

And the ones like us

Who in motion

Knew

A haiku, breathed into the air

A breath is breathed in

And with the same turning screw

Blasted into air

Here free, and beyond the past me

A different me

Would stand here

And with different eyes

Look only to see

What I

And only my eyes

Could want and try to be

This here

This now

And yet having learned since myself

I am not that at all

Nor much less in the least

Instead

I am here

I am free

And I am far more that I think

The than I ever was

And that I see as well

I am

And now let’s live

Love, a haiku, known?

You might think and still

Pretend with fire to know

And yet not what is

These seasons alive

These seasons they

Never hate nor hold joy

For any of us humans

Though we are caught up in and embraced by

The suddenness of their experience

For sure

At the end of such days

Not only is there an end

But we can more fully see a certain way

Having traveled thus far

We are were most in fact

Alive

If I speak, I wait, to make sure my emotion in embed or embedded - therein

No regret compels

Only a bettering hope

Without worry or doubt

Please all know

Truly know

That I sleep

Very resoundingly

Full

And sound

But also from earth, I spring

I am a spring

Rooted for deep

Connected to an earth within

And to a gentle heartfelt freeing

Always flowing undercurrent beneath

Of words and growth

These imperfect meanings

And so they flow

Without fear fully

Up

From where I know not

Underneath

From calm to un in water unseen

Some days I am

A square of ocean in the Atlantic

With quiet rainfall above

And a perplexing clarity below

Be it in hues of light green and glowing algae

There I am

Still

(Somehow)

As puddles evaporate

Some days to be alive is

Not to dance in it at all

But to smile as it falls

And waive goodbye

As it puddles and slides

Bye

Until like all undone

As tempting as it is

For man to become

Not himself

But what he has done instead

Please remember my son

No one ever once said

That a man was only

What is done and done

But who he is was instead

Is the source and spring

Out of the mountains which flows

Into everything

Who

Is what you are

Until like all

Undone