
Standing on the edge
I remain unable to move
From my stable perch
Blast from the past:
I seek refuge in
A land that begins at
The edge of our world.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

Standing on the edge
I remain unable to move
From my stable perch
Blast from the past:
I seek refuge in
A land that begins at
The edge of our world.

Start with a premise
Reinforce expectations
Now a startling twist
Blast from the past:
Unity gives up
Itself to craft diversity
In the universe

A world is outside
Amidst the rain that I stay
Inside to avoid
Blast from the past:
The person without
Rhythm would be lonely and
Doomed forever more

Unstable chair rocks me
To and fro. It could fall at
Any moment now.
Blast from the past:
Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…
Blast from the past:
New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun
Blast from the past:
Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.

Bless’d are those who doubt
For they will discover the
Questions to live by
Blast from the past:
The philosopher:
Someone not content merely
To be in the now