Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Hi Cuckoo

The sun does not rise
we do in
each incarnation
of love's light
in life's fine turnings

Form is senseless- a mere suggestion of terms dictated by one in an effort to convey to another what we mean. I choose often, not to be educated for knowledge can taint truth and lead us to believe in things such as the sun's rising or the moon's partiality. Some truths of others can open doors for us, but once we forget that we are the cosmos of all being, we are one with only darkness.

Why does Haiku have to be three lines? Go ahead...call me crazy...just don't try to make me believe it.

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