Haikus

 Who am I?

I am simply a collection of stories my life energy (or ego?) has created attempting to explain my existence in the “here” and “now”.

What are words?

Words are simply coded sounds (if spoken) or symbols (if read) trying to communicate the thoughts, feelings, and experiences of one animated soul to another animated soul.  Words are tools to help us cope with or overcome our existential distress at feeling alone in this great vast universe.

Haikus

Who I was is not who I am
Who I am is not who I will be
What I think is me
Is ever-dancing atoms
Fluid as a primordial sea

 

Who am I?
bones, fluid, and skin
infused with energy all
else is a story

 

Sea stacks in the surf,
icons of impermanence
slowly becoming … sand

 

North wind blows sea sand
ghost-like swirls, racing with joy
into who knows where?

 

Blue sky’s canopy
gives way to nocturnal lights
day’s death, bids night’s life

 

Fiery star descends,
horizon’s moist womb awaits
night and I reborn

 

The ocean’s waves chant
for those who have ears to hear
echoes of the deep

 

Like the burning bush,
desire’s fire cannot consume
my soul’s ache – for You

 

Spider’s web catches
stray dust – as does my mind – both
equally sticky

 

Wind rushing through leaves
cries out – “change is in the air.”
Who has ears to hear?

 

Pampas grass swaying
free of self-conscious restraint
dancing with the breeze

 

Carpenter bee seeks
in emptiness of hollow
bamboo pole, shelter

 

With eyes wide open,
long gaps between breaths – her life
… evaporating

 

Fly lands on my hand
calling me to this moment
and then flies away.

 

gnats nip at my mind
with thoughts of naughts and oughts, then
a summer bird sings

 

an old friend reached out
I was unable to answer
who I was is gone

 

flying too quickly
a woodpecker smacked the pane
trying to escape

 

dust floating in air
dancing in beams of sunshine
how am I other?

 

ticking clock signals
ever moving flow of time
I’d like seconds, please

 

reflecting on self
searching for something real
in the reflection

 

while sculpting this verse
old Manjushri thunders, isn’t
this verse sculpting you?

 

a droplet of sweat
portends my eventual
evaporation

 

summer grass goes brown
which fall rain makes green again
and so, life goes on …

 

sparkling in sunlight
oak leaves reflect Your beauty
oh, can I play too?

 

hiding in the cave
like Elijah, so afraid
will You find me too?

 

lying in the grass
sunlight shines between the blades
making all things seen

 

oak leaves dance with breeze
are they waving hello or
good-bye, who can say?

 

seeing not thinking
the blue sky was much blue-er
than I thought it was