Page 44 – The Cracked Door

06/08/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?

Blast from the Past:

Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good

Blast from the Past:

Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

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

A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing

Blast from the Past:

I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance

I sit on the bed
Tired, my eyes hurt, my head spins.
It is when I stop
I feel all the exhaustion
Now all built up within me

Today, I wrote a waka instead of my usual haiku.

Blast from the Past:

In the search for wonder
There are no endings
Only beginnings,
Eternal exhaustion

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance

Blast from the Past:

The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility

Blast from the Past:

Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Wherever you are,
Which corner of this vast world,
You are who you are

Blast from the Past:

Racing down the street,
The New Yorker’s busyness
Consumes his self-worth.

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies

Blast from the Past:

The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell

Our schools of knowledge
Are but little huts we built
To hold ourselves in

Blast from the Past:

People who lose their
Wonder about the world join
Academia.