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02/11/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Each time we breathe in
It is a gift that grounds us
Back into the earth

Blast from the Past:

It’s strange how easy
It is to lose our ground for
Everything we have

Our memories form
Like molten iron smelted
In our hearts bright fires.

Blast from the Past:

Convulsing I sit
Expecting it again, in
Memory of shame

We evolve based on
Our cycles, no sooner, no later
Than our own time

Blast from the Past:

Sometimes the things we
Need most are not the things we
Think we need at all…

The dog howls upwards
Hoping its cry will make the
Thunder go away

Blast from the Past:

From their rich singing,
You’d never know cicadas
Are about to die

What beauty is left
By the scorching sun
After the dew fades?

Blast from the Past:

The sea, singing the
Elegy of exodus,
Surrendered us up

I race through the clouds
Of Euphoria, thinking
Work is almost done

Blast from the Past:

Tiring work to just
Stay put. The modern world is
Really a treadmill.

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes

Blast from the Past:

Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.

Blast from the Past:

The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.

Blast from the Past:

An aphorism:

Those who stop asking questions die inside.

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history

Blast from the Past:

Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs