Into a

Send me into a new freedom

Into a place where I’m no longer afraid

Of what could be

But aligned and with

In a quiet head-long

And life loving

Full on embrace

Of who with the most grace and poise

And dutiful purpose led passion

I am become

And becoming

Those around, wishing to happen, and now. No longer at a station.

Wishing to see or be seen

To interrupt or to be

To not in full or full in slight of eye

This public vision of all and one

And them therein there is me

Who has seen enough to speculate

And to surmise what all could’ve been

If I

Had stayed stuck

In the eyes of others relationally

And waited forever at the train station

Where transactional life

Only ever seeeeeeeeeems (to happen)

Was and is, paid out

Settled

Sorted

Years of lifelong yearning

Just like earning reported

Only show so much

In love and taxes paid

Before such present days

Of earning

And being

Of which I am

Sum

If then when

A life lived

Without purpose or plan

Though still technically life

Will more than probably be

No experience of mine

As I am not that gifted

In the art of being without

A true directional purpose

Or even meaning in mind

Being bent forward

For suee

A long gone instant, crack of maple

Thunder cracks

The world is changed

And in watching we

Can do nothing but in awe

Be at the arc of time

At the sound of shining outcomes and skies

Which glisten and glow

Above this red white and blue

Homeland of mine

Going, going, gone from the first moment of storm

Goodbye

Haiku of human ways and weariness

Tired still is no crime

Just as life itself does not

Come without response

A harsh truth

A harsh truth

Resides not just in knowing

But in the act of adjusting

For that understanding of self

Which only comes with time and words

And a realization of changes

Which has never before surface

In the face of such an obvious smile

And it’s ok do do neither

Smile or frown

A tanka for the self focused youth of yesterday

Herein lies the truth

Which saddens me most surely

About this old you

In this time of new impart

It is never about us

Explosions of self discovery

If one thing can

In becoming once more

Grow into and beyond

And become

Then it should

Into a new existence with an explosion

Boom

Someday

Someday I’ll walk past

All inequities and cares

And in bowing

And humbling

As for all kinds of prayer

As I

Venture

Into beyond

Anything more than I’ve ever done

In a land of responsibilities, held

I will have more on my hands then

Than I ever one had held before

Now

Sometime

Sometime tomorrow

Beyond today

I arrive

Into a new found place

And a land bent on acceptance

And with a will for my existence

To thrive

And so this I

Will try

Hearing and breathing out this tanka

Let the breath of this

And my sound of self breathing

Be a reminder

Of how this beating heart needs

To be a beat and a breath

So little, now

So little exists

In this day and age

Which is not of man

Or about us

Or intended for

The most distraction of most

And I see this as now

So much so

A more problem than ever

Since our need is no longer connection at all

But the devil which we now know

As distraction

Known

The space beneath the fading stars

Quiet moon-waves

Sounds of night just above

Circle down and around

This upward looking head of mine

And suddenly

I am transported

And neither here nor there

But as a weightless leaf

Or a feather in flight

I am now lifted beyond

And raised up into the bright

Sonar-ish glow

Of this lonesome sky

Satellite

Where the atmosphere is born

I breathe

Such a me, is me

All the uncertainties of before

Culminating into

A sea of responsibilities now

Is no less, or more, welcome to me

As I was back then

So I still am still

And yet I’m more

And more and more

For such a me

Is me

My mind, my heart

This heart

This mind

Would carry on

Regardless of is

And when

And would be

Whatever

And if need be

Find

A new way of being

Perhaps

But

But never the same

For sure

Would it ever be

Having once been

With you

And still

I am unmoved

Even in thought

Saria

Just yup

Pleased to see

Are these one another’s

Before me now

Content

To turn

And embrace

And disengage

And then to return

To their lives of two and one

So then

They are

And before me are still - some form of one

Yup

Dreams alive anew

Dreams alive

Pass by more quickly

Than blinks of eyes

And beats of hearts

Can ever count

And we

As those who see

And live

And breathe

Are

The caretakers of these moments and memories

Until forever is just a dream

And a mind becomes

A kind of earth

Midst one again

And then some

New

All at one in service

Are we not all

In service to either

Ourselves

Or others

All at once

Or one time for

Just one or the other?

Perhaps

And yes

Most of us that is

And the few who

Tend to get stuck in between social contracts

If a man is undone

If a man

As one thing

Finds himself

Without a certain need

An inborn desire

Or somehow without a cause of being

They

As surely as he is a man

He is probably home

Be it with his make or un

For we men I find

Are always on something

In some way

Or concerned with someone

Be it only ourselves

And so this will be our way

Until this mortal

Metal molded coil

Is undone