Haiku Sextet #1

I, though midsummer
 chose anyway your spring song
knowing it was wrong.

For other love bound
 the hand I placed in mine, and
to it I was blind.

To   a walled garden
 we broke out. Once, once only
and called it escape.

But my coat outlived
 us. And they don’t even make
Them like they used to.

Lovely-haired mantis
 you promised haven I was
lucky to survive.

Still this old wound, rough
 I’m sad to see puckered up
you once tickled me there.

Two Hours Completely Pain Free: Neuroplastic Brain Hacking Day 32

When you’ve been in constant pain for a long time, it’s pretty weird when the pain suddenly disappears. It’s like when snow begins falling after promising all day to do so … there’s no fanfare, no flashing lights. Occupied with walking, soft whispers of cold touch your cheeks, your throat. Whirl into your eyelashes. You pause transfixed and watch the motes appear from grey-brown sky.

alone-in-the-snow

I who had forgotten wonder, only to have it fall in countless drifts, each tiny moment fresh and precious. Gone, but followed by a million, a trillion more, endless snow descending with silent life to Earth.

Great soul of the sky, lend me strength through thrill of your touch but lead me not to clutch your wonder too tight. Let me be afraid not of snow nor summer sun but free to spin instead with every gust of air that fills your gulf.

Mantra #1

Sing me, pain
your sweet ache
breathes a turning softness
into lossful love

sing me, loss
endless end of all
your edgewise pulse
keen blade of breath

sing me, song
cloth’s connecting thread
your little death
inflicts love and life

“I am” is the mantra of Consciousness.
I sing and I am song, I am Sung.
I love and I am love, I am Loved.
I am and I am that, I am One.

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