Author: ETHNODATA1

I am the star that
Explodes out into a
Supernova of love

Blast from the Past:

Rising and sitting
Each day, the sun engulfs us
In warm ways of love

From the narrow mouth,
All the waterfall droplets
End in new places

Blast from the Past:

Falling snow atop
The mountain, an avalanche,
Or the sweeping wind?

Depression is when
You can no longer share your
Meaning with others

Blast from the Past:

Seeing her own face
Reflected in the mirror,
The girl grimaces

My friend wrote this interesting follow-up haiku:

Seeing the true face
Grimacing, the reflection
Slunk away saddened.

Personal impacts
Are fleeting wrinkles like a
Ripple in water

Blast from the Past:

Removal from drive
Comes with the removal of
Want and connection

A hummingbird drinks
From a spring flower as the
Mountains crests behind

A Blast from the Past:

Ferns with leaves so large
I could wrap it around my
Hip like a garment,
From where do you get so much water?

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