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Call To Action: Our Haikus
Venus reminds us
To come out from our corners
To follow our bliss
Would that her winds speak
In amber daydreamer’s tongue 
And beckon us back
Original Thought Credit: “Follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you….” -Joseph Campbell
Dream Uncontained
A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
Ask: A Haiku
Breaching Earth’s surface
Full with the sway of wanting
We petition Spring
Enter Into
Wanting to look
More deep into her eyes
Wanting this thing
More than breathing
Wanting to calm
What stutter-stops his voice
Wanting to know
What does he want
Enter into conversation
She will be your song
Enter into understanding
He will prove myth wrong
Opportunist
Wondering how I am passing the time?
Living down your calamity, I
Why?
How dare declare it, you
Love?
Stealing songs as promises
Recall?
The rest of my life, and what am I doing?
Fruitful Be
Our story is not final, Yo
Our shame can take a seat
The last train car, in the back row
As Universe defeats
That rusted coupler is removed
By strength of warriors, we
Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed
Healed now, fruitful be
Invisible Crowds
Pendulum swung
Centuries of scores becoming evened
So terribly many words for disclosure’s sake
Too many words to hear
And, I, of all people
The victim of generations of silence
Of crowds who couldn’t speak
Now feeling deafened

Meteorologist
Presently
This is not your life
Dense grey looming in the west
Liars encroaching from the south
Meanwhile
Keeping it all at bay
Flowers bloom within
Self-talk sounds as angels wings
Coupling
Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You
Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me
Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We
Inmate lists and textless nights