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06/04/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

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

Standing on the edge
I remain unable to move
From my stable perch

Blast from the past:

I seek refuge in
A land that begins at
The edge of our world.

Start with a premise
Reinforce expectations
Now a startling twist

Blast from the past:

Unity gives up
Itself to craft diversity
In the universe

A world is outside
Amidst the rain that I stay
Inside to avoid

Blast from the past:

The person without
Rhythm would be lonely and
Doomed forever more

Unstable chair rocks me
To and fro. It could fall at
Any moment now.

Blast from the past:

Two patterns collide
On the floor, breaking the world’s
Uniformity

I eat. I converse.
I walk. I see. I consume.
I I I want more…

Blast from the past:

New job, new projects
New toolkits, new people with
New idols they serve

What we do amounts
To so much yet so little
We’re free to have fun

Blast from the past:

Making moral rules
To impose on others shows
You’re morally dead.