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02/19/25 A New Haiku for A New Day

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.

Love is life itself
Beauty is what love produces
Harmony is love’s process*

Blast from the Past:

Loved by a dog in
A concentration camp.
It saw my humanity
That other people could not.

*Based on the philosophy/theology of Inayat Khan (see https://youtu.be/lal6rf5HhiY?si=2JxjAJcy5lpkcReh)

I will go with you
To hell, if I can make it
Less hellish for you

Blast from the Past:

Walking down the street
Arms’ locked together, rinsing
Each other’s shadows

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Comradery
Performing innovative work
Just forgot to have it help anybody

Blast from the Past:

Will anyone read what I wrote?
Anyone who reads it
Will see it as a new piece
From what I put into it,
Including a future me.

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

Blast from the Past:

Favored yet confined
Peaceful yet surrendering
Hopeful yet watchful

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

I lost track of your
Bright golden star underneath
My clouds of ink.

Blast from the Past:

Love to hate? Or was
It hate to love? Given
Conflicting interests

May you ascend
One beat after the other
Into your beauty

Blast from the Past:

As the world now comes
Into existence, may you
Find tranquility

After you left,
I returned sleep in our bed
And it smelled like you

Blast from the past:

I know there must be
Different worlds, for yours can’t
Make sense within mine

My poem is not a haiku like I normally do.

My barren soul forms
Into all these dead leaves
On days like these,
I am the one
Who feels to blame
For the fall.

A blast from the past:

One lines, two lines, three
Lines, four lines, five lines, six lines
Now I can enter