Haibun 182

dragon clouds

nothing scares me. speaking to a hostile audience. that barking dog showing me their teeth. the black bear standing on hind legs and looking my way. i remember when my parents took the family to yellowstone when we were kids. there were five or six grizzlies in a parking lot along the road. my dad drove his brand new 1953 bel air chevy right up to one of the grizzlies. we did not have air conditioning and the windows in the car were open. all three of us kids were in the back seat eating oreo cookies and laughing at the bears. then one big grizzly put his paws on the open window on the passenger side where my mom was sitting. yeah she screamed. we were all terrified and then quickly without a thought my dad grabbed the whole package of oreos from us and tossed it over the bears head. the car bounces wildly when that bear suddenly went for the cookies. all the windows went up and my dad got us out of there in a hurry. i learned something about bears that day. never been scared of them again. hell we had something in common. we both love oreo cookies.

shaping shadows
to suit our fears
mountain sunset

Haibun 181

the echo is still you

when in a group i talk. when by myself i listen. sounds paradoxical i know. the hardest part of living is being on good terms with yourself. that takes conversation. i try to keep it light and easy you know. but chaos theory seems to demand that we label things. we think that we will know what the whole is if we can name all the parts. not true. i leave the labels to others and am sure to ignore any given to me. a clean empty shelf holds a small vase with a single flower. if forced to give it a label i would call it a ‘full shelf’.

i shape it
into a bunny
dustball

Haibun 180

blow ye old blue northern

there is a time to let the past know you are still here in the present. kick the shit off your shoes and walk forward into whatever comes your way. take a deep breath and die in the present moment. then spend eternity right there.

peace and the sound
of
a falling branch

Haibun 178

obliged to sit in

the storm ended. and a wonderful sunset finished the day for me. as the last clouds blew away i saw a universe or two or three appear. i felt that my plastic adirondack chair had become the throne of the pharaohs. and happy/sad filed my soul. everyone i had known living and dead filed into my limitless castle. it was a jam session for my soul. ‘just one thing i ask of you when they bring the wagon round please forget you knew my name’.

while i label the stars…
a blues tune
carries me away

Haibun 177

so many roads ease my soul

i am going to carry my dreams to the other side of town. the weight of it all gets lighter as i travel. parts of the dreams disappear you know. it lightens the load. off i go anyway. one foot before the other in total synchronicity. the vagabond life of an old hippie wearing out his dreams. most people abandon theirs. i just live them every single day. i had a roshi once who asked a group of us if we had ever seen a rock smile. we all mumbled negatively of course. then once we had driven off the cliff together he explained that every rock smiles but it takes 100000 years to fully form and another 100000 to melt away. you see I live in a land of huge smiles and used up dreams. there is a wonderful peace i possess when i focus my thoughts.

a winter moon
speeds up and disappears
blowing clouds

Haibun 176

open letter to basho

hey. just asking for everyone i guess but what is a haiku. you seemed to know but i was three hundred years late to your party in the north country. i hate the whole time travel ban you know. i want to ask you if so and so and that other person really know what you thought. they think they do but they argue all the time so i dunno. my buddha and the singing bowl on my alter just sit there waiting for me. it is so lonely i think i will write a haiku.

thinking      this
then      that
morning zazen