Page 7 – The Cracked Door

06/10/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The abyss is real
But not for me. Though I like
Picnics on its cliff.

Blast from the past:

After this, my song
Will become another herald
To guide this blind world.

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

Staring, just staring
There’s nothing to look at but
I can’t look away

Blast from the past:

I’m a little head-
Scratching mess with a tinge of
Existential angst

In this big world
Where so many want to
Feel larger than life
It helps to be able to
Experience the small.

Blast from the past:

Even as the most
Important person walks by
The scarecrow doesn’t budge.

Tomorrow shouts back:
“You wasted your clear, bright day
Thinking about me.”

Blast from the past:

What if you got it
All, only to find it was
All you were after?

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

In the world beyond
Thinking and overthinking
It is all too much

Blast from the past:

Sometimes I think that
I’ve really been thinking that
Thinking’s overrated.

Life’s purpose is to
Unearth your gift. Life’s meaning
Is to share your gift.

Blast from the past:

Before your time, or
Are you just planting the seeds
Of the world you see?

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.

Reading a good book
Too bad I do not do this
As much as I used to

Blast from the past:

I feel distracted
By the trivialities
Of being alive