The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about nature
A falling leaf is
Never a sign of defeat.
Open your hand. Let go.
The story behind this poem; only read this part if you’d like to hear my personal story. Skip if it you’d prefer to glean your own meaning from the poem:
This is based on a quote I recently saw that seems to be attributed to Buddha or at least related to Buddha in some way.
There is a longing
In every curve that aspires
To infinity
Blast from the past:
Distant galaxies
The bundles of countless stars
Is itself countless
The bird in the bush
And the squirrel in the tree
Remind me I’m not alone
Blast from the past:
Survival lies in
Taking full advantage of
Your insanities.
At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall
Blast from the past:
Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.
The cliff faces shine
Against the waters of the
Rice paddies below
Blast from the Past:
The shooting star glides,
The last piece of the jigsaw
Filling in the sky
One cat tears into
The other’s face, but I can
Do nothing to stop him.
Blast from the past:u
Opportunists at
The world’s end, they emerge to
Prey on the oppressed
I’m the setting sun
Descending over the
Light of tomorrow
Blast from the past:
Out of nothing came
Everything, from one spark the
Entire universe
I am the shifting
Wind that you have never been
Able to grasp
Blast from the past:
The wind blows away
Your dandelion wishes
Before you can try
We are like seashells,
Echoing the universe,
If you listen in
Blast from the past:
Talking and talking
Not listening to the world
Of the other
Bugs swirl in the air
Emerging from nothing
Just to become dead
Crunches all over the ground
Blast from the past:
To be forgotten
Only to be recalled for
A flicker then snuffed.