Newly one, a tanka
Careful as there is
No second chances for this
Simple us of some
Impartial innocence since
We are two now and newly
Timeless sight
There is no christmas morning
Like the first sight of last night
Neath windows round and veiled
Looking up and down
Both now and forever
Into an ocean of desire
A raw galaxy of pleasure
And therein truth
Lies an honest you
And me together
As one in dance
And unstoppable two
Life enlarged is changed again
Growing is to become
Not just larger
In the pursuit of life
A size of sorts
But to realize that
If wishes do come true
Than life undoubtedly
Undeniably will
Change like stars
From autumn spring to sky
And the same will not be here
Or you
Fame is human magnification
Great names
Of a human nature
Are only great
Due to the magnifying glass
Held by the other human hands above
Such striving is striving
For memoric episode beyond the grave
And striving is not fate
(Or so I find)
Vision and feet
It is quite natural for
A visionary to despise those eyes
Which are impressed upon the floor
And trained to seek no more
Than the next few steps beyond
Tomorrows bounding doors
Thats fine
And to be expected
And even understood
But that doesn't make the footing
Any less assured or unsure
It does not, obviously
Horrible coffee, a tanka
Overly flowing
Is the unattended cup
Left in hand to be
A burning and a viscous
Lava overtipped on me
Life proceeds
Life is not something
Which so simply can be said
You are living
Instead you are breathing or you are not
You are an intentive being or not
And all you see before you is built
By time or mind or hand of God
And something not is life
Proceedes
Only, if, then when
We thinking beings
Are not always but often
The kind of thought based creatures
Which think, only, if, then when, I will
And yet
What is always most true
Is so often not what is thought
Or felt
Or experienced
But instead what we perceive
As the next step is wherever to be
And in what direction
So is our choice to be
Determined by mind?
Selfundiscovered
Finding who you are
Will be
Is about as easy as
Remembering what you felt
Last week
At a random hour of unforseen
And perhaps
Even when you were asleep
Even then as you are now
Wake up and be
Grow and fall alone
I love to care
Like trees grown close
To houses friendly
The kind which generally are well situated
And never stand alone
And yet
I also like my leaves to fall
In quiet reflection
And sunlit pools
Alone in autumns last sun lone
I need this
For some reason
I know
Life in flow
Here nor there
Is neither me
This inbetween
Of worlds above
And skies below
My life has twists
And turns like road
And yet forward
Always I will go
When roadside flowers
Were my aim
At start of seeing
My life in flow
A hearfelt distant tanka
Wanting is not wrong
So long as obsessiveness
Stays it own true course
Beside itself and at this
Once heartfelt distant balance
Silence is a song
Tune in sometime
To the silence that is
The quiet opposite of
Your obsessive song search
For descriptive meaning
And sound
For in the opposite you may just find
Yourself and in new ways
A silent focus to be found
When the song for which you reach
Is entirely your own
For once
His becoming comes
Young ladies hear me
Men are oftentimes
Not what you see
Instead you should look
For what they are becoming
For there you will find
Far more of value to see
And not always, but often
The closest thing to that sight
Is dad
In passive flight
Isn't it funny how
Some of the most rewarding
Times in life alive
Are actually just memories
Or time spent
With your body in passive flight
Flying forward both in space and time
Sometimes perhaps
I am stuck
In places of neither body nor mind
And there, away from myself
I am most pleased to be
And ever searching to get back
To be free
Many partings
Though I know
You did not hear
When on the bed though near
I wish I knew
What my last words were
To you
My my loyal and true
Honest advocate
And mother
I love you, mom
Begin again
You live your life
For self or others
And then when
Such anothers appear
It's so easy to find
A new life to align with
In them
But as truly as I say
That you will not get back
Even a single day
So I speak the truth
In reminding you
That life is always
Just a new choice away
And then it begins again
And what was is when
And all now it hope
Begin again
Sick of self in quiet
Quality time is oh so nice
When I'm sick of myself
And tired of my own thoughts
But when I am not
And my thoughts are scattered
And unaligned
That is when I must off and walk
Not due to you at all
But simply due to the fullness of my own mind
Because a body hug will not solve an overthought