A Collection of Haiku
A spiraling shell
Intoned of faraway seas
Ready and ceaseless
Even for the least
No thanks are misbegotten
To give enriches
Do not heed the doubts
Head straight into the welter
There is peace beyond
The dry grain of grass
Has no anticipation
The birds stop to feed
Water won't resist
It finds the lowest places
To rest and to wait
The way is entire
Unintended and nameless
Unwanting and clear
To hold and not own
To do more with less effort
To give without care
Tendered in good cheer
Through frosty light of autumn
The warm hand of thanks
To loaf at one's ease
To know that much of what's done
Might be better spared
When you walk alone
Expect nothing of the gods
Find peace with yourself
wonder of the seeds
dry and light - they surrender
revenant in spring
There are small secrets
What the birds know of the dawn
And satisfaction
Modest and constant
I’m proud that they are my friends
With them I am safe
Winter is quiet
So many have left - or sleep
Even trees are hushed
November morning
A thin mist up the meadow
As if it exhaled
all that i have said
has the weight of softest down
easily aloft
To know the person
To apprehend their nature
Play a game with them
Pavement turns to dirt
Then narrows to a footpath
That finds a still pond
Crouched without shelter
The night has an icy heart
Dawn will be coldest
When persecuted
Become the prosecutors
Intolerance reigns
an owl on the snag
outspread eyes search for a kill
silently - it swoops
There's much to be found
In the spaces between words
We hear with our hearts
Alms of the desert
Songs of bandit coyotes
Circumspect quail
Of gods - tears - and dreams
Who would try to account them
There are too many
i can almost feel
(a moonless november sky)
the spin of the stars
Pale - withered - brittle
Sapped by a searing summer
The desert bides time
What’s the need for time
When we have the sun and spin
Seasons understand
What I know - and feel
Life is not same as living
Nor death as dying
My mind is empty
We all love differently
But my heart is full
