The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about nature
I’d like to go back
To the wind, the only one
Who ever made sense.I’d like to go back
To the wind, the only voice
That can still speak to me
While it listensI’d like to go back
To the wind, the only place
I could call my home.
Context (if you’re interested):
I have been fascinated by the wind lately. Sometimes I feel like I can really relate to it.
Neither still streams nor
Roaming rivers can divide
The love that binds us
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on the poem that Tsogt Khung-Taiji carved into the rock at Delgerkhan in Mongol
Each night we’re apart,
I look up at the same moon
Like you smiling down
Context (if you’re interested):
Based “Water Melody Prelude: When Will the Bright Moon Appear?” By Su Shi. This is also a tribute to the Mid-Autumn Festival in China, although I am a few days late. (At the time of the festival, I was running around too much to be able to pause and write a poem about it.)
Billions of sparkles
Star fire, just reaching us now
Endless genesis
Context (if you’re interested):
The universe is made up of a seemingly endless genesis from our perspective as we discover fresh stars that may be very old but their light is just reaching us now.
The boundless Sea
Has no walls
It sprawls and sprawls
Until it can
No longer be
Context (if you’re interested):
The sea rushes to meet its boundary with nonexistence.
Shrouded in mist
Where are you, oh, mountain peak?
What mysteries do you hold?
Context (if you’re interested):
I was hiking in Jiuzhaigou in Sichuan. In the morning, the mountains were shrouded in mist creating an interesting effect. It felt like the mountain itself was a mystery slowly revealing itself through the fog.
When you ponder the
Utter vastness of the world,
Life can feel like a dream.
Context (if you’re interested):
Our lives can feel so small as to seem unreal when you consider how big the universe is.
It takes an ocean
To sink such a massive ship.
Oh what majesty
In the waters that it could
Swallow the Titanic whole?
Context (if you’re interested):
I frequently marvel at the ocean. It is both wondrous and horrific.
The river rushes into the sea.
When will it ever return?
Why do we too expect
Our money to invest back to us?
Context (if you’re interested):
This is based on a poem by Lia Bai. I was thinking about how the flow of money in society is like a river. It flows in an endless cycle, congregating in certain places and leaving others dry.
What passes for answers
When you sit in the forest?
The bird singing
The squirrel jumping
And the all-encompassing realization
That everything will be okay.
Context (if you’re interested):
Based on a poem called “What Passes for Answers” in a book by the same name