Still, dark room obeys
Ancient commands: candle burns,
Shadows turn to flame.
Surrender
Inside the clarifying whisper
Inside the clarifying whisper of a bare room, I carry the gift of total engagement with a loose grip. I ask the god of clarity to open the ears of my heart, awaken the eyes of my mind. I surrender my conditioned hatred of trivial irritations, and I rivet my attention on a particle of dust a ray of light enlightens. I watch my soul return to the lake it swims in at dawn, and I watch dawn rise to the challenge of my chosen task. And I ask my master: may Time in its violent density lie down naked with Eternity in its eloquent silence. And out of their intangible union, from the annihilating depths of love, may the man’s true nature arise.
Haiku 12.31.19
Bow down to bowed nights.
Brave days of towering need.
Cede the Sower seed.
Haiku 12.11.19
Endure, my dear friend
Let bare fields wipe your brow clear
Such nights bear my hand