
Raging and weeping,
Babel of fire and secrets
Foretells the coming
Blast from the Past:
A city in flames
Pitchforks are calling for blood
And no fire brigade
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Raging and weeping,
Babel of fire and secrets
Foretells the coming
Blast from the Past:
A city in flames
Pitchforks are calling for blood
And no fire brigade
Think of today’s acts.
Would death taking them be bad?
Live the life you want.
Blast from the past (an aphorism):
Action is all we have until we die, so to avoid taking action is to decide to die early.
The authority:
Powers of good or evil
In control of what?
Blast from the past:
That which is hidden
Manufacture of the poor
Hypnotic power
In the midst of the
Fire of presence is a key
For the door of life
Blast from the Past:
A cleansing fire
Out of which will grow
The mightiest of oaks
Orange leaves cover
The ground in February,
Baked in intense heat
(A reflection on the current weather in Northeast Thailand, where it is getting hot yet many trees loose their leaves. This feels different from the winters in the US that I am familiar with)
Blast from the Past:
I lie in the shade
Of your blistering haiku
No rest from the heat
Wounded, sad, angry,
Unheard, dismissed, ignored,
Mourning, yet resolved
Blast from the Past:
Favored yet confined
Peaceful yet surrendering
Hopeful yet watchful
What name can I make
To be known among all those
Suffering like me?
Blast from the Past:
Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.
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
Alive in the garden
I’m the first joy and despair
Master of those cursed trees
Blast from the Past:
I’m learning that I
Need a new creation myth
To explain it all
My soul is as
Vast as the world,
A deep river
Unfolding forever
A Blast from the Past:
Here is your desert
Where nothing is real except
Your boundless feelings