Notes move over mists
These speak quietly to me
Passing through my heart
My affinity for Ms. Keating’s music continues to grow. Overlaying my delight in music and technology, she speaks to a deep part of my soul.
Category: Haiku
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
Rage’s Deceptions: A Haiku
Something to beware
Rage’s deceptive power
Corroding our souls
The next in my exploration of rage.
Hope: Rage’s Antidote
Rage’s hopelessness
It’s the mirror of despair
Hope: the antidote
Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together.
Counteracting the rage: a haiku
Fear births rage
So easily exploited
Instead, speak of hope
Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
This Age of Rage: A Haiku
In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace
A Cycling Haiku
I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.
This Friday morning: a haiku
And now dawn has come
Sleep kept this hidden from me
Until the birds called
Remember that we have the power to pursue joy
Antidote to fear
Focus on the positive
Create your own joy
Resisting Rage’s Allure
I try to resist
Our culture’s lusting for rage
Focusing on light
A Monday Morning Haiku
This new day begins
Filled with opportunity
As the daylight grows