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06/25/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

When you tell the truth,
Why does it so often seem
To sound like a lie?

Blast from the Past:

We breathed white lies to
The blue sky but could not melt
The summer black ice.

You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life

Blast from the Past:

Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth

My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.

Blast from the Past:

Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

The dogs
From across the street
Bark at
Whatever is going on
Out there

My poem for today is a gogyohka.

Blast from the Past:

He stood observing
Never taking a risk as
His moments passed by

To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary

Blast from the Past:

The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window

Even tiny stones
Help alter the river’s course
Each one plays its part

Blast from the Past:

When you yield yourself
To the flood rushing forward,
You float upon it

I based on this second haiku on this poem.

Life is growth, so if
We’re not growing together,
We’re growing apart

Blast from the Past:

Grow what is working,
And then improve what is not.
Iterative process.

Think of today’s acts.
Would death taking them be bad?
Live the life you want.

Blast from the past (an aphorism):

Action is all we have until we die, so to avoid taking action is to decide to die early.

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

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