Page 64 – The Cracked Door

11/18/24 Haiku for the Day

There where the world ends,
Even there stands the promise
Of a great rainbow

Blast from the Past:

Journeying to the
Eight corners of the cosmos,
The butterfly flies

Our species stand tall
Among nature with grand lives
That end in our deaths.

Blast from the Past:

We laughed together
As we thought about what will
Happen after death

What do you do when
Who you are changes like the
Ship of Theseus

Blast from the Past:

They said to aim high
The top of the wall’s facade,
To Humpty Dumpty

Stare far enough out
Into the vast expanse and you
Can see the lone tree

Blast from the past:

The lone bat flying
Along its own wind current:
Accident or choice?

Skipping stones into
The Patagonian wind,
It throws them right back

Blast from the Past:

Here as always
Skipping stones beyond
The edge of the world

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

I can now let sleep
Overtake my weary eyes
Z z z z z

Blast from the Past:

May sleep’s sweet release
Free you from all the swings of
Longing and desire

Our collapse won’t give
Us the dignity of a
Violin to play

Blast from the Past:

Are we flying, or
Simply falling more slowly,
Prolonging our crash?

The sun of freedom
Only radiates more brightly
When forced into a dark chamber

Blast from the past:

No more politics
To dilate our eyes as we
Look upon the world

Anticipation
Irresistibility
Exhilaration

Blast from the Past:

The roving wind
Patterned air pushing more air
To a new cycle