
I want to explore
How the grain of the world runs.
The show must go on.
Blast from the past:
To your world that is,
I offer you the world as
I think it should be.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.

I want to explore
How the grain of the world runs.
The show must go on.
Blast from the past:
To your world that is,
I offer you the world as
I think it should be.

Whenever I leave,
Why do I end up the one
Who feels left behind?
Blast from the past:
Have you ever heard
The voice of a tree with all
It’s rhythm… grieving

I sit in the park
My chest still
Against the dizzying motion of life
My feet planted, clasping
Against the grass to keep still
My mind roams a thousand new worlds
Blast from the past:
I’m slow getting
What I believe, say, and do
Into harmony

I did not settle in the place
Where the sun rises slowly over the rolling waves
Where the mountains kiss the gentle mist
Where the voices chant under the rising sunI did not settle in the place
Where the cicadas cry in the forest
In unwavering melody
A premonition of the horror to comeI did not settle in the place
Where the scent of food permeates
To entice people to stop to buy
From their endless stream of motorbikes
Taking them to and froI did not settle in the place
Where others sit and drink
Each new round a toast
For a tomorrow they’d rather not seeI did not settle in the place
Where everyday I once breathed
Long sighs in my desperate attempt
To remain in old debates long settled
And follow where I did not want to goI did not settle in the place
Where everyone says hello
Excited to meet a foreigner
But never understanding meI did not settle in the place
Where I could see
The ocean and its waves,
The mountains and its mist,
Or the people and their flurry
Become the wallpaper of my life
Blast from the past:
Do more than see. Seek.
The assent to the finite.
Desire to create.

Can you ever really meet
Someone new anymore, or
Have you gotten too
Many scratches to build with
Anything like a clean slate?
Blast from the past:
You saw me as just
A part of your day. To me,
You were my day.

The truly deep ones
Create life around them and
Strive for all to thrive
Blast from the past:
Out of your healing
Cascades forward more healing
For those around you

When did you decide
That you were too small for such
An enormous love?
Blast from the past:
When you throw a stone,
I am the one who feels the
Ripples go through me

Unabashedly
Elitist yet structurally
Disadvantaged
Blast from the past:
To those who care less
About transparency than
Maintaining access

Every time we talk,
I feel like I can’t
Recognize who you
Once seemed to be
Blast from the past:
So many thoughts rush
Through my mind. Unsorted, yet
Each fight for my time.

At the sight of death,
What do we have left to love
But that we can fall
Blast from the past:
Life emerges from
Destruction. Exploding stars
Form a genesis.