Fear is powerful
Yet only hope can transform
Cling strongly to that
It’s hard, at times, to fnd the light in the dark. Seek it out, nurture it. It is there, and will grow stronger.
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The Politics of Rage and Negativity
Here’s my Tuesday morning haiku meditation:
Politics of rage
Why are we so negative?
This land of plenty
A Meditation This Memorial Day
Please remember why
So many giving their lives
Bird song on marble
As a young man, I was quite proud of my decision to join the Navy. No plans for great and noble sacrifice. My future was what mattered; potential, possibility. There were thoughts of glory, but not of sacrifice.
I’m sobered as I remember my youth. The naivete. The impulsiveness. The reckless spirit. The commitment to my friends. A child in so many ways, carrying amazing responsibility. I held the keys to horror. Mistakes could mean anguish and death for my friends, my crew, those I loved, and for countless innocents.
I’ve seen the face of parents who’ve lost their children. Of wives who lost their husbands. The promise of youth shattered to pieces. That leaves a horrible swath of destruction within hearts.
I consider all of this as I look upon this day and it’s symbolism. There’s so much we have yet to learn.
An Early Morning Haiku
Yes, I am awake
And the birds sing with vigor
Dawn has not yet come
I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress. It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps.
Doppelganger
My face looking back
Before my Doppelgänger
Which one is evil?
Enjoying this quiet Saturday morning, a haiku
As I sit, awake
Enjoying this calm morning
We all needed rest
I’ve been awake for a bit, exploring Twitter, reading a bit. Now tea summons me. I must heed the call.
A Haiku During Allergy Season
When I said “haiku”
The response was “gesundheit”
Healthy poetry?
Anxiety and Mindless Guilt
Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
May 24, 2918
May 24, 2918
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Where will I find home?
Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky
Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms
My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand