This Haiku: Zen Machine

So silly to see
A leopard shed his soft spots
But I’d pet you still

This Haiku: That We All Come Home

Beautiful, beat hands
it takes, to humbly ask for
a second blessing.

It’s when at long last,
man’s forehead is seared with the
dawning of his gift.

I am held captive
By a Spirit sworn to heal
It won’t accept “No”

I am Electric
Who will search the sky for me
Who will dare hold me

This virtue will find
(like a heat-seeking missile)
more hands that will serve.

Together they’ll sow
(with an urgent compassion)
that more hands may reap.

An Angel reminds
Where we will find our refuge
Who is All In All

Do you wish to test
whether one’s smile is able
to help a hurt heart?

The past? Sears my soul.
Today, though? A gem I wear.
With promise. With zeal.

Artist Credit: Tiger R., Age 6

I know a special boy.
He wants to be a bat,
so he can fly from where he is
and go to Where It’s At.

I can’t fathom such a journey.
From the safety of his desk,
and why he thinks that wings and teeth and fur
would serve him best.

If I kiss life deep
And offer it my own fire
Will that satisfy