Under the aging sun
All places fade
And with even sunlight
Decrease
And give way to time
And moisture
And a lack of care which comes quietly and slow
So this is our lives
And these our times
Until they’re not
Until all care has gone astray
And another vision has become
Somehow sought
My focus will always be on
I am not so blind as to think
That where I am
Is somehow approaching
The topic of better or best
Instead
I choose
To focus and be set
On the form of truth that is
Where I am is not me
But a part of me none the less
It is
And someday was
Into night, a tanka
How quickly we move
From this life left to the right
Just as time itself
Plans and plays its way though us
So mornings move into night
With a forward being
No wishful way
Has worked its way
Into the road tiles of my heart
Just yet
As try and try
Are but an engine of mine
And with a forward being
I intend to always be
Never alone
And our us in these never still
Nor ever will
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
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
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
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

