2024 - The Cracked Door

12/8/24 Haiku for the Day

On the boat charging
Onwards into that great darkness
From which only the crew knows where it leads

Blast from the past:

Unfathomed darkness
Sliding in, circling around
Where will this take me?

From where does so much
Water come to remake
Everflowing stream?

Blast from the Past:

I’m walking along
The stream, letting its water
Become my thinking

What is possible
Beyond civilization
And its formations?

Blast from the Past:

Shadows of empire.
Prophecy! Deliverance!
Shaking the system

I reach an abyss
I can’t see, filled with joy that
I’m afraid to see.

Blast from the Past:

Clinging to my sails
Or casting myself into
The unfathomed depths

The skull of a horse
As the painter’s brush returns
To the desert sand

Blast from the Past:

The desolate beauty
Of the sagebrush sea, rolling
Over the sand dunes

Among sparks and clouds
Lies a growing stone, a book
Teaching fallen secrets

Blast from the Past:

Entering ritual
Waves. Flames became my water,
Quenched by its fierce thirst.

I left my country
Where political storms rage,
Seeking new stories

Blast from the Past:

As clouds slowly eat the retreating sun,
I lay on the summer grass.
My eyes clothes to this tumultuous world
For just a little while