Haibun 205

let your soul spirit fly

the way wind blows through our mind. i feel the tension of my body slowly leaving me. it is all right. it really is you know. on the other side freedom is not fleeting. it is a permanent state you know. dont ya know.

the ache
of every past storm…
winter weeds

Haibun 189

aint it high time we went

days slide past. i feel like one of those old view master 3d toys of my childhood. you slipped in a circular set of slides. looked into two eyepieces and clicked to move from one place to another. saw the grand canyon for the first time on one of those things. it was so much better years later in person though. once you have seen the real thing your imagination is a poor substitute. so i went to as many places as i could in my life. now i just slip into consciousness with half closed eyes while listening to the songs of the sixties. right at the edge of that canyon in just a split second i go. “you cant always get what you want but if you try real hard you can get what you need.”

recalled to life…
a corpse on the sofa
s t i r s

Haibun 188

playing in every key at once

i center myself on not making myself dizzy. it then becomes clear. the straight life i left for the woods of northern michigan never fit me that good anyway. i sit. hiding behind old oaks and wondering why some people cant ever just be. whenever i spot a bit of fuzzy dust under a table i just let it lay there. its future up to it entirely.

windchimes
a breeze
through my mind