all things felt as

no thought

nor image

interests me

no task

tempts me

is this poetry ?

.

haïku

.

amazing

a seed grows under

ground without a sound : power

of its voice soft : grace

.

haiku

.

ps

creation is quiet

destruction creates noise

quietly finding myself

waken in darkness

quietly finding myself.

subtle sounds : stillness

.

haiku

alone in the dawn

sitting quietly

loving recklessly the dawn,

the stars, the flowers,

.

haiku

pursed

lips thoughts cross sacred

silly profane confused just

muse

left in quiet

.

haïku

up up away

feel curiously

homeless

once more

drawing up

drawbridge go

within

.

haiku

awareness while

my ancient brain hunts

for danger ( still ~ in stillness )

there’s inner power

.

haiku

utterance

god opens inside

reality startles me

close my eyes for prayers

.

haiku

so what’s coming

i know the season !

it’s one of liminal sPace

beTween what is / was

.

haiku

what was always

escaped from the herd

of useless chatter

heard song

of heart’s happiness

.

haiku