This Haiku: May Be a Myth

god. he’s got great guns.
he wields his weapons in love.
he cradles creatures.

This Haiku: The Space In My Soul

From the sky above
the sunflowers to where the
trees take root, you win.

There’s a place on gifts
Where, to confound the giftee,
I use extra tape

What a pretty day
Even the structures are glad
For we have today

I wish strangers knew
How they set my heart on fire
With just a warm word

I’m glad to be schooled
By a master of the truth
It does sting at first

Thank you that you ask
Me to be my very best
For I deserve that

Original Thought Credit: “How To Love,” Thich Nhat Hanh

Surely this happened
That I may touch my own hate
And be done with it

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.

Scribe this: It is fierce.
It belongs to no other.
It often seeks salt.