Haiku on Being: Thursday, February 27, 2014

Some can’t be trusted
The only way to know who
Is to trust yourself

Haiku on Being: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Sunny horizons
If we reach beyond our grasp
Will be ours to taste

Original Thought Credit: “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
-Robert Browning

Why did this happen
It takes all that you’ve been through
A wise man told me

If you break your arm
Patting yourself on the back
You won’t be perfect

Truth is absolute

As with water hope mercy

All who love It live

I love my mama
And I know she loves me too
Sang my Wonder Boy

Fellowship with Him
So He can prepare the heart
For all that comes next

Classrooms prove magic
Teachers are the magicians
Students are the wands

I don’t like marching
I’d rather pizzicato
With the collective

The blindly selfish
Log more happiness hours
Only here on Earth