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02/05/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

I race through the clouds
Of Euphoria, thinking
Work is almost done

Blast from the Past:

Tiring work to just
Stay put. The modern world is
Really a treadmill.

Nothing is harder
Than actually walking in
Someone else’s shoes

Blast from the Past:

Judging another
It is a lot of work and
Rarely worth the time.

When you look back on
Your life, your dreams and longings
Distort through time’s lens.

Blast from the Past:

The tighter my grip
The looser is my control
Life explodes from this.

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.

Blast from the Past:

An aphorism:

Those who stop asking questions die inside.

Contours carve faces
Each wrinkle is a chapter
In my history

Blast from the Past:

Life promises the
Illusion of improvement
Until death renegs

Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible

Blast from the Past:

To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.

Stuck home in the rain
While my heart roams free, yearning
For an adventure

Blast from the Past:

No one noticed how
The stone would dream
Of the sun.

What comes of the day
With morning’s quiet passing?
After the dew fades.

Blast from the Past:

As long as it’s here
As long as it’s here at last,
I will be happy

What questions persist,
What keeps you going
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because

New day, new motions,
The same cycle of the sun
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Why do we go through
The motions of living if
The results the same?