the frozen paw prints
of the lost dog
if a poet
waves on a winter shore
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.
over the old oak
the big dipper winks at me
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
not dark yet but its getting there
the way has no future. just this path is all i have. one long walking meditation i guess.
at the bus stop
just me a cat and an old woman
kind words from a mentor. its the things that dont cost that have the most value.
writing a haibun
call this a senryu
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