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04/25/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

Looking down the edge
For a foothold that won’t slide
As the world spins round

Blast from the past:

Don’t climb those distant
Mountains. Just turn your molehills
Into thrilling quests.

One imprint after
Another laid on sand that
The waves take away

Blast from the past:

May the waves of the
Abysmal future be less
Choppy then they look.

You can’t be your best
Person in a place you are
Trying to outgrow.

Blast from the Past:

It’s just me and you
What you water’s what you grow
Growing without you

Through rushes of fire,
Bits turn into the objects
Of glass we all know

Blast from the Past:

Do not use the past
If you would like to know who
I truly am now

Full enlightenment
Opening the lid, conscious
Veiled by no shadow

Blast from the Past:

Faith without doubt is dead, either toxic dogmatism or an insipid mirage.

How long can we stand here
Pretending
Those gods are valid

Blast from the Past:

I am a diamond,
Or at least I hope all of
This stress was worth it

The smallest of things
Zooms up close after a while
Whispering “Hello!”

Blast from the Past:

Uncover the core
Of the impossible. See
The world around you.

Questions draw people in,
But pronouncements push them away
Ask questions.

Blast from the Past:

Raise troubling questions
Malleable conventions
Few floating forays

Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is

Blast from the Past:

Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing

The cuscus glances at
His lover across the branch
In the afterglow of sex

Blast from the Past:

What is the point of
Fine roses in the pathway if
You can’t enjoy them?