Haiku Sunday


Just peaches and cream

Everyday in Eden

Living with my self

Now that I'm retired

Gentle pleasures and sweet wine

Clouds dissipating

        . . . . .

Elevate your self

Look down upon the planet

Witness God His Self

I'm done with romance

My heart is chained and caged

Un-engaged me

        . . . . .

What miracles now

Still the sun rises and shines

How many heart beats left

Everything deep fried

Including your politics

Such a fat diet

       . . . . .

Watching raw nature

Osprey rips apart the head

Live fish for dinner

Closing in on death

Days and years go by so fast

Morning is broken

Royal blood binds ties

Flags high over castle walls

Borders cross oceans 
 

This life quest,
A lonely journey but not bereft,
Holiness on my right side,
Sacredness to my left,
Love driving down the blessed middle,
God speaking in parables and rhyme,
Glory and creation yesterday,
Today the rest of time,
I'm vibrating now,
Deciphering other riddles,
Popular dance tune jiving,
I fell once writhing,
Perhaps twice,
In love with the lithesome moon,
Staring up into that flirting face,
Resolution in that glowing place,
Revolution far away in space,
Bold love seemed to suffice,
Dreams held love in place,
A placid surface in this resonant space,
Distant reflection convinces me of lies,
Instant empathy cries and vies,
Shyly disguised as amazing grace.

I hear you thinking,
Sense beyond primordial darkness,
Referential light cast on all this unknown,
Finally I hear your voice midst all life's starkness,
Some hearkening volley reciting preferential words,
Volumes that sounded like your own,
I find myself looking back again,
All those old familiar longings,
All that heavy baggage,
So much other cumbersome roughage,
Waking I find myself again,
Walking on the outer ledge,
Balking on that narrow edge,
Twixt lofty heaven and rocky earth,
Adam and Eve version 2001,
A placement odyssey,
When the world falls into a bottomless pit,
All my dreams end up battered and bleak,
Ultimately buried deep in forgiving earth,
Dreaming we have fallen over the precipice,
Shining I realize we are plummeting,
Shimmering chaos descending through thin air,
Everything driven by some romantic guess now,
Sun searing us fearing near extinction,
We're pulling at all these instinctive strings,
Extant prayers about our daily everything.

Even whales need to sound,
Whale song descending deep,
Oceans of sacred where blessed is found,
Somewhere beyond all of this,
I find the bottom of the pit,
Spinning silently around,
This pious abyss finally stops,
Searching for something righteous,
I find peace,
Or is it,
Peace finds me,
Some secret serenity,
God comes and reassures me,
Carries me lavishly away in waves of divinity,
Invigorated I find myself in some surreal place,
Through the haze and mist a vision,
Shining light upon a holy face,
Citing so much mileage,
So many petitions and decisions,
Curious about majestic civility,
Down rave streets and dark alleys,
Once I thought there might be a rainbow valley,
Not just a glimmer of diligent hope,
However resilient clouds obscure my view,
I find every mirage confusing too,
I try to see,
I vie to cope,
But I'm blind and don't know where to turn,
Shouldn't burning love find me,
My pillaged heart,
This ravaged soul,
Why do I ache and shiver,
Spirit standing here naked and whole,
Watching earth defiantly quake and quiver.

Be still my afflicted mind,
Not the end of the world,
Perhaps the end of reflective time,
That's what we'll dejectedly find,
Perhaps relentless death shall answer,
Question the paradoxical moon,
Orthodox lips kiss me goodnight,
While daring angels caress my fevered brow,
Bravely venturing forward with a cultivation plow,
Imagining fervent might,
Service from beyond the sacred stars,
Ushered in with a restive blessed light,
Luminous glory kissing creation with suggestive delight,
A raging tempest across the sea afar,
Tracing God's divine and mighty fight,
Tempting every seeker where e'er they are,
All those titanic battles and blundering at sea,
Iconoclastic tidal waves objectively drowning me ,
Washing away abject boundaries and whatever else may be.

Can love truly save us,
Is the word really all there is,
Spoken dreams come and go,
Token nightmares come with such great muss,
Trapped by a nightly show and fuss,
Be it stars and planets,
Or some vain panic,
Such a raging sea,
But you and me,
We're still far apart,
Our broken hearts,
A thousand pieces,
Searching for some relative start,
Still we can't find that calculated part,
We forget who we are,
Love tattoos us with linear hope,
Hope for the best,
Coping with the rest,
Expectant blind faith,
Surely a pressurizing test,
Discombobulated by every relentless try,
What resentful deep oceans have done to us,
Love relics and those final absent goodbyes,
Joy parading before this dark charade of constant sorrow,
Hopeful love dreams of every unknowable morrow,
Perfect dawn proving love still might fly,
Perhaps some future dream where we can truly lie,
Hand in hand looking into your bright eyes,
Whispering contrite good morning,
Sweet kisses and wishful loving sighs.

God does not respond

Let me touch the Creator

What more could there be