Hunting and finding, to find

Worship not the restless soul
Or the little corner of your own puzzle
Which seems to fit that hole

Instead
Just breathe
And be with being held

In an embrace of knowing
That summers turn
Will in due time unfold

Just know
And
Be

An ebbing earth

The elements of one kind

Or another

Kill that which you did not notice

On a day after day

Basis of seeing or un

And regardless we fade

Like the bright sun in the sky

Around the earth and away

Into oblivion tomorrow

So we fall like the shade

On the cooler side of life

And away

So we

Like the tides

Return and away

Always

Wonderful truth

Even at the point of get

There will always be

An ever present

Essence of

Wonder

Knowing Steps

Knowing steps

Before you take

A single shoe

Or foot before

Shows nothing of find

But everything of plan

And of hope and desire

For an experience true

So as far as you know

You knew

Take it

Living Secure and Sure

The only type of living

You are required to do

Is not for any human

Or even self secured

Though both can be paths

Taken down by the heart

The only type of living

Secured

Is when you learn to give up

Give back and be a part

Of a plan more immense than your mind can impart

On its own

Not alone

That is Christ

And life through Christ speaks more beautifully

More comfortingly

And more knowingly

Than even the most impactful art

You've ever see or felt

This

Eye controlling

A temptation is only as strong
As you let it be
And by proximity put
Yourself within arms reach of wrong
And I see

Such men as these
Who know
Both where they do
And do not most certainly
Belong

And that is what makes
A true amirative stength
So strong
So pure
And so true of mind that you cannot help but respect it so

A tanka, mixing

A mixing type of
Beneath the rivers above
Yields a beautiful
Bright casting slab of pure white
Of which hands wish to press in

Lisms Inside

Young hearts beat

And old hearts beat

But idealism are not alive

Yet they live inside

These few named we

Who think their eyes can see

A new dawn befor the next day has arrived

And such is the plight

Of those minds who might

Lose themselves in a day

And waste every dying light

On a tomorrow perhaps

On a next time which just might

Therein truth come

But more than likely the light

Was just spent in the eyes

Of a questioning and contemplative

Alike

And the last day is gone

Though you may still yet live alive

Cover laughs

A statement flies

In the face of a joke

As if someone who wrote

Could tell you anything

(Real)

About something of an experience felt

Or of feels

Do you see?

From title to author why

That seems

Almost laughable

To me

?

Hence the humanity

Humans tap the earth

As if

Either mother or nature

Cares for us a bit

When rocks are rocks

And all of this

These paganistic

Ritualist rits

Tear fibers and stands of the sky away

As we humans lead

Each our other ones

Astray

As if we know anything at all of dark skies

Or of molten caverns where no man can pass

We are wishes and hopes

Our thoughts a formative gas

And so this we were meant to be

On the outside of a knowing always

Hence the humanity

A light, not soundful, haiku

Dripping through the clouds

Like a raindrop falling down

So is light not sound

Such change, can

All a man can do

Is truth

And give as his heart

So accordingly speaks

Of a time of a place

Of a beint of a means

And everyone else

Over their own being bes

Most surround by self

As they have since let themselves

Be

And we are not the agents of changing such

Not you

Not me

Won't go away, they keep knocking me sideways

I mange mine

Not so you can manage yours

But you should

Please

Most Alive

You are

Most alive

When a candle burns

And flickers alive

And I 

Live brightly

In the wispy smoke 

Of when it ends

In ending light

This is truth

This I like

Warming your bones

Bones

Young bones

On these cold days call

For a warming vat

Of one substance or another

Or perhaps

Or in the being of being

All

For them, for you, for us

The hardest thing
About marriage is
Realizing you both are
And yet not at all
Marrying them for them
And for you
And for the future which could be
Perhaps
The is true
At least to some degree
Yes, perhaps

A heart-warming match

The warmth of choice

Hits my heart like a fire

A remebers back

To the very color of the match

Before it was struck on us

And burst forth into being

You and me

Becoming us

Such a warmth

Such a meaning

Saria

Quite away from self

No people or person

Or meal or distraction

Or will or way

Or future or past

Can

Ever pull you up quite

And away from self

Nearly as fast

Or as quickly as faith

Can dispel self away

None of these can

Or will

Or away will ever again

Satisfy

And yes

Thank, God

Sky light, skylight, a haiku

Skylight is not light

But the space to be seen as

Falling sun perhaps

Clear day wedding bells

Again

Here I see how

A dawn
Most dawning
Is a beautiful thing

Not to be proven right
Or wrong
Or worse for light

But to see as a painter
In their exuberant purpose
Shown

And in the showing your peers
Shown to be lacking somehow
When you quietly waited for truth and found

This, is a smile worth revisited sound

These wedding bells aloud