at the ocean’s edge
This is the seventh set of haiku from my daily practice started on January 1st, 2021. The previous set is is here. I publish a new set every 19 days. Enjoy!
I was late for lunch
hummingbird stopped me to talk
of the kale flowers
cherry blossom swirls
turbulence with breath, movement
what currents we make
you must bury things
before you can grow; anew
life is letting go
light offers shadows
the silhouettes that reveal
orientation
sometimes it’s the clouds
that provide us with brilliance
wispy tufts of grace
when is it, you ask
the negative space becomes
positive? a shift
seek out your zeros
those intersections in self
ready to be filled
gratitude sneaks up
in quite moments of breath
the awe of it all
a swallow ballet
swooping, dancing, and diving
violet, green flight
just a breath away
from an utter nakedness
revealing true form
be the blank canvas
that calls for all the pigments
evolve into art
we live in these loops
mandalas of all our time
living in circles
an insane loudness
silences itself only
at the ocean’s edge
your feet hold freedom
to run, prance through life’s meadows,
paths, trails of wonder
the weight of a cloud
immense, vast, ocean of mist
catches the sun’s rays
we all can transform
translate, reflect, rotate and
we even dilate
the outline of death
struck down by the weight of ice
the remnants of life
the fractals of us
better plotted in polar
days, loops, through the years
I feel this blanket
that wraps me in warmth and love
everywhere I go