Growing into rush
The really good things
In both life and in self
Are not about the excited feelings
Of a kitsune rush
Or the heartbeat drum which pounds
(And sounds)
Almost out of your chest alive
And in bursting flowers, forth blooms
Though those are strong in memory
I say no
Not really
Instead it’s in the growing
And in the growth
Of a good solid soil beneath
From which all things spring
And in the sudden fourth month
Up and grow
On a daily basis until
You can’t even recognize your own
Anymore
For you have changed
And that’s what this is about
Humanunbeings, a tanka
Humanunbeings
Always find ways most simple
To complicate life
For more than just themselves but
For generations many
Propriety of proposition
Knowing when to ask
Or to not
Is both a choice and tact
Is both a chance and self awareness
Because to try is one thing
But to impose another
And I
Much prefer the try
And most appropriate when done
Must be
The title of adult, a haiku
No adult remains
In their childhood home close
And yet earns the title
Of secrets
The power of a secret
Really resides therein
And in the sharing explodes
Into a conscious awareness
Which means?
Well… it means the experience
Of awareness
Once was and now is
Probably passed
And that’s ok
Provided that it’s what you
The holder
Really wanted
The waves above
There is an oddness to this world
Unseen but knowing
Outside but felt
And we
Like the sands
Roll beneath the waves above
And pray for calmer nights
And coolers days
Yet neither of those
Themselves ever happen
That way
Instead
We all crash and roll
When least expect
To fly, we birds
Birds don’t cry out for the sky
The just know it
Having been raised all along
There beneath it
And within it
And above it
To fly
Creator created
I always felt
Like I was searching for a space
Within which to be rewarded
For nothing really
Aside from a selfishness of self
Perhaps
But now
Having seen myself a mirror
And more fully looked
Upon my own most honest
Face of reason
And future hope combined
I see at last
Not that nothing is free
But that a calling will cost you
Far more than any ordinary life
Would ever buy for you
With time
Awareness and un, a tanka I know well
There is awareness
And there is the quiet un
Which both in their time
Are good for a man in his
Uncomposed love for the mind
Never greener
Ask yourself
Really ask yourself
If that better would be
And if you could see beyond it
To the clean up of post
Ask yourself
In earnest and see
If you still want to say yes
Then your mistake is not in the dream
But in the reality of what you haven’t done
In the cold hard truth of what you don’t deserve
In what you’ve been missing all along
Such an atmosphere
A wish
Is a wish
And you should spend no time
Waiting for stars
Or untouchable feelings
(To count)
No matter how compelling
Or even warm they may seem
Instead
You should awake
Not to cold hard soft if truth
But to the reality of
If you are living your own dream
Or even pursuing you own eyes
And what they can see
During the hopeful days
Of looking out and up
Beneath the sky
Such an atmosphere is to be desired
My friend
When words rain
Sometimes words
Like rain fall fast
And other times I see them
Almost in a slow motion down
In a crashing arc
And to deathful ground
They are committed slow
And with an exploding way
Flow outward and
Around the bend
Until they are no more seen by me
Or heard around
As rain fall down
And finally my personal favorite
The time to choose
Who you are
Never truly comes
All at once at least
But it seems
Like random intersections
And at the corner of responses
Resides both decision and direction
At least on a daily basis
So it
Seems
Espa
Out of and out onto a veranda
All of these old
Scratchings and scrapings
Of horse hair and hands holding
Onto nothing at all
But merely vision of everything
To there there exist within frame
And so it wasn’t until it was
An undiscovered until unfound
Out
Espa
Me and you, you and me
One can wish for one
And two
Separately the same
With this identical cypher of self
Me we
You
Espa
An opaque heart
I feel as though
This opaque heart of mine
Would even lighten ink today
And pollute its midnight reign
Like the last colors of day
And all that would remain
In writing and light
Would be gray
Espa
Saria un espa
With you
Is a yes
I’d do again
In a beat
But here
And to see
Never again
Perhaps
Is what best
Suits me
Espa
A far off away
When I look at their speech
I can almost see
The words and phrases
The chatterous meaning
And the smallness of life en discussionada
Passing slowly there
Betwixt both teeth and
Between.
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