Author: ETHNODATA1

In the midst of the
Fire of presence is a key
For the door of life

Blast from the Past:

A cleansing fire
Out of which will grow
The mightiest of oaks

Orange leaves cover
The ground in February,
Baked in intense heat

(A reflection on the current weather in Northeast Thailand, where it is getting hot yet many trees loose their leaves. This feels different from the winters in the US that I am familiar with)

Blast from the Past:

I lie in the shade
Of your blistering haiku
No rest from the heat

Wounded, sad, angry,
Unheard, dismissed, ignored,
Mourning, yet resolved

Blast from the Past:

Favored yet confined
Peaceful yet surrendering
Hopeful yet watchful

What name can I make
To be known among all those
Suffering like me?

Blast from the Past:

Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.

There isn’t a reason
To hate me the way you do.
Just punch it out now.

Blast from the Past:

When a bear attacks
A wolverine, it’s often
The bear that gets hurt

Alive in the garden
I’m the first joy and despair
Master of those cursed trees

Blast from the Past:

I’m learning that I
Need a new creation myth
To explain it all

My soul is as
Vast as the world,
A deep river
Unfolding forever

A Blast from the Past:

Here is your desert
Where nothing is real except
Your boundless feelings

Joy of becoming
Sin living
Without yet within

Blast from the Past:

The will to power
Evolution of beauty
Available light

I hope you have the
Doubt to see your neighbor
As you see yourself

Blast from the Past:

There are many paths,
But from the peak all of them
Will take you straight down

War complications
Unable to tell who’s good
Removal of virtue

Blast from the Past:

Powers of horrors:
Navigate the terrains of war,
On the boundaries