Looking over Lake Ballinger in Mountlake Terrace

Tonight’s Haiku:

the grace of sunlight

treading lightly over waves

robin glancing down

Wisdom

I seek wisdom. 

Crave it, perhaps.

This longing to understand.

Freed from repeating

The past’s miseries. 

Fearful Spaces

I am not afraid
Of the abyss.

This dark, hollow space,
Deep within. 

Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight.

Walls grown around it,
Status quo.

Into and Through

I collapse
Into and through
Myself, these dreams
Both from my mind
And the synaptic demands
Of others.
Mist fades
Upon the other side
Where I find
Myself.

Trust, Fear, Desire

Trust and Tryst
One letter separates. 
Trusting another with deepest 
Longings, dark hidden places. 
Secrets. 

Fearful, afraid of the destructive
Forces of lust, love 
And longing. 
We know the 
Consuming doom
Of expressing 
Desire.

Thinking of the Butterfly

Crawling slowly stills,
Body encompassed by crust.
Transformation lives.

Fearlessness

I am not afraid
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within. 
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight,
Walls grown around it,
Status quo