Haibun 163

kundalini dreams

in my yard are a million things. maybe a trillion things. infinite things really. the designs of the natural world captivate and free me. when a daylily ‘sees’ me what does it see. patterns is all. noise from my breath is all. and just another part of itself. such is the wisdom of nature. if we could only see ourselves in it and with it we would be wise lost in its vastness.

in midair…
the hummingbirds

Haibun 138

this old world will still spin without me anyway

the heart that beats in my chest does not want to fight anymore. if you do you will have to do it without me. i dont want to spill ill will or pain on anyone. enemies most certainly included. if they choose that role i will turn the other cheek. demeaning language toward anyone. over exaggerated hyperbolic speech. and the glaring lies of those who are always right and those who are always wrong weigh on anyones soul who listens to them. i wonder why more people cant see that. and why it took me so long to.

strung out
over the old oak
the big dipper winks at me

Haibun 137

just my imagination running away with me

i feel like i will live forever. i am not looking for or anticipating the end. i think i will just keep listening to the music of the clouds and pick a few stars from the sky for dinner later on…

at the waterfall
the pace of my life

Haibun 134

locked tight in the universe

the best experience in the world is when you think yourself right into a tight corner and then blow right through the walls. freedom is afterall only an experience and you can have it at will once you learn the trick. it cant be given to others and it cant be stolen from you once you have it. it is your original self.
a day lily
to a bee

Haibun 133

non sequitur as art

sometimes you are just sitting there listening to dry conversation. if you want it to change course just do what I do. say something totally and entirely off point. whatever happens next will be better for everyone even if the others just ask you to leave. i have data on this that proves my theory completely.

the still
of lilies
the sound of a frog