A tactical strike
Evading the defenses
Safe within their heart?
Tag: meditation
Lies I tell myself
Echoing voices
Brief flickers of
Light behind my
Eyes seeing potential
Birthed by different
Choices of a life
Not lived
Caught unwary
Tinged these
With regret
Painful loss
Of a false future
A lie told to
Myself
Though I love haiku, I also love creating longer works and free verse.
Thought of the day: discipline
Discipline is not about deprivation,
Rather, it’s about focus and control
Distilling the important from the buzz
Of distraction by manufactured want
And knowing our dreams and goals
Then driving towards them with passion
Poetry and Zen
A meditation:
Are all zen masters poets?
Zen’s path isn’t straight
Frenetic Mind
My frenetic mind
Creating mad exhaustion
Stillness saving me
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A Father’s Day Haiku
Father’s Day for some
Filled with deep sadness or pain
Say a prayer for them
In this time of Hallmark sentiment, forgeting the broader world comes with ease. Easily we forget some exist without the joyfully memories of a beloved father. “Father”, for some, triggers fear, pain; a reminder of brutality and anguish.
Others feel the joy tinged with sadness. Whether feeling a father shaped hole in their heart, our the prodigal father, staring down the empty road, his heart beating next to the son sized emptiness.
Let us not forgot the breadth of human experience, the varietals of joy and pain. Such attention brings us into deeper connection. A thing of truest beauty.
Impermanence
I’m struck by the randomness of the clouds, realizing this combination of colors and structure will never exist again. It doesn’t even exist now. A phantom existing only in my memory.
Sunrise Meditation
Laying here
Sun not yet risen
Quietude dominates.
Bushes outside
This window, soon
Bursting with the
Songs from vigorous
Birds. Oblivious
To their beauty.
They hear stories
Loneliness, violence,
Domination, love and death.
Songs that change daily
Yet remain constant.
Quietude vanishes into life.
Views from my walk
Evening wanderings
Dusk settling upon me
Springtime’s blossoms call