5/1/2021 – a haiku

And when I do dream
I dream of distant places
And live other lives

4/30/2021 – meaning

Meaning is often sought in things outside
Looked for
Pined after
Wanted beyond wanting

Could it not be
Created?

What truths does the sky whisper
As I hide behind my walls?

Often do I dream
Of distant places
Never seen

Often do I dream
Of other voices
Never heard

Often do I dream
Of other lives
Lived

Not idly doth the east wind blow
So cool and whistling clear
Nor do in vain the rains follow
Patt’ring for all to hear

Not quiet is the western wind
When it winds to and fro
It twists and eddies as if twinned
With crooked creeks below

Not bashful is the wind from north
Its biting, frigid breath
With fervor does it sally forth
Along with wintry death

The south wind is, ‘mong them, a boon
That carries warm and welcome air
That sighs on us like to the moon
So free, so kind, and best: so fair

As the sun crosses the sky
And the blossoms wilt
And the seasons change
The universe exhorts:

Be unquiet
Unbound
Unfettered

Dance with Fate
She is your partner

Lift your feet from the ground
And demand
Life
Unshackled

Oft I write haiku

When I know not what to do

This I know is true

Desperate longing, clinging
Holding to an idea
Feeling a moment
With all senses

Heart beating in parallel
With a younger heart
Stomach turning inside out
At something remembered

Smells and tastes alight the mind
As sounds and visions scurry back
Filling the eyes and ears
With moments

Long gone

A funny thing is truth
When one’s own mind can lie

The sky’s dappled blue

With grey clouds the sun peeks through

As the day brightens