the butterfly
in the cool morning air
can’t flee foot thunder
Butterfly Paralysis [Haiku]
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River Temple [Haiku]
monks of the temple that stands beside the river receive flow teachings
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Heat Death [Common Meter]
A timeless time will come to be, when all is uniform. And nothing 's hot & nothing 's cold, but all is just lukewarm. So thank your lucky stars you've lived in this age of bedlam: when stars can shine and buildings rise and we've cerebellums.
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Dog-Eared Daisies [Haiku]
the dog-eared daisies that stand at bamboo's base still warm the mind
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No Hanuman Span [Common Meter]
I stand before the water's edge. Thwarted, I throw a stone. For I am here and you are there, and I feel all alone. I have no friendly Hanuman to form a viaduct. I gather scraps together to see what I can construct. Maybe I'll make a raft, or some rickety, old footbridge - Anything to reduce the gulf so much as a hopeful smidge.
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Cobra [Haiku]
the cobra rises: eyes fixed & tongue darting -- all 's still; nothing 's calm
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Self-Aware World [Free Verse]
I am a witness for a self-aware world, a world that's not just chunks of matter, but an organism that dances matter into an entity that can know. It can know truth and fiction and the truth of fiction and the fiction of truth. It turns order into disorder, but with knowledge salad on the side. I'm a compartmentalized agent of a super-organism that is beyond my capacity to understand or speculate the purpose of. I am a lonely witness.
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Jackfruit Nirvana [Haiku]
in the temple, a monkey finds nirvana through jackfruit focus
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Early Hours [Common Meter]
On a bacon-scented sidewalk, an hour before the dawn, awaiting the man with a key as I make a dazed yawn. I've a vaguely swimming headache, and thoughts that fail to form. Will we have a crisp, red sunrise, and would it mean a storm? I'd remembered an old saying of red sky morning dread, but that's for sailors out at sea not landsmen missing bed.
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Copperpod [Haiku]
morning light
hits downed copperpod blossoms:
ground guilded
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