Haibun 54

after i die no rebirth please

once is enough for me. lived it well. loved it a lot. it was a perfect life. for me it was just what it had to be. this epitaph i leave.  ‘lived while i lived. but i wont miss being alive now that i am dead’.

differ everywhere
the static nature of change

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Haibun 52

church of the eponymous

i have no belief system. i think reality is a construct. that just leaves me in the present moment.

my boat to the universe
i apply a slip knot

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Haibun 51

the art of philosophy or the philosophy of art

i dont want to appreciate art. I wont spend time on philosophy. put them together and you have the dark arts. harry potter was a character. i am too after a fact. a character in a novel i am writing about my life.

a writer
of short poems
too smart for the long ones

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Haibun 50

light a candle with a star

flame is something we all secretly worship. a fire warms the hands and the soul. living in a dark skies area i find the stars of the milky way hotter than the artificial variety. i think all the fires in the world in the past or the future would fit in a single flare of the sun. we need the sun. we fear the fire. it seems too silly to diagnose this contradiction. so i wont.

the warmth
of a quiet embrace
shooting stars

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Haibun 48

a whisper turns to a thought

the erasure of time has made my limbs blind. i stumble in the grass. how is it that i cant find the way home as easily as i used to. has old age begun to strangle me. dew on the grass has been my undoing. like a squirrel that reaches through the bottom of a nest and steals the eggs from the mother starling. nature stops me in my tracks. feeling and knowing the same now as i see clearly what i have come to. a smiling old man who loves his life for all it has become.

a rainbow
e x p l o d e s
through the fog

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