2025 - The Cracked Door

02/16/25 A Haiku for a New Day

Create our idols
To survive and live by
Executing them.

Blast from the past:

Must we inherit
The depravities of the
Gods worshipped for us?

Love is life itself
Beauty is what love produces
Harmony is love’s process*

Blast from the Past:

Loved by a dog in
A concentration camp.
It saw my humanity
That other people could not.

*Based on the philosophy/theology of Inayat Khan (see https://youtu.be/lal6rf5HhiY?si=2JxjAJcy5lpkcReh)

I will go with you
To hell, if I can make it
Less hellish for you

Blast from the Past:

Walking down the street
Arms’ locked together, rinsing
Each other’s shadows

Happy Valentine’s Day!

How the earth becomes
Infinite in all of its
Endless finitude

Blast from the Past:

The waters flowing
Into the place out of which
It originates

Comradery
Performing innovative work
Just forgot to have it help anybody

Blast from the Past:

Will anyone read what I wrote?
Anyone who reads it
Will see it as a new piece
From what I put into it,
Including a future me.

Thunder questioning
The stones, arraigning the sky
Calling to judgment

Blast from the Past:

Maybe our stars are
Genuflecting to us for
Propping them above

I approach an abyss
That I am afraid
To learn I’ve been inside all along

Blast from the Past:

When you stare into
The abyss, are you really the
Monster staring back?