Morning Haikus

3 Morning Haikus


Sun quickly descends.

Bright stars live in black ink skies.

New suns bring new joys.


The Great Eye opens.

The face turns towards warmth and light.

Birds begin to sing.


Dew grass makes wet feet.

Cold damp, warm sun, happiness.

Green earth. Blue Skies. Life.

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Day 14 – Expansion

Allons! Allons! Allons!


Allons! Come dance with me.

Bring with you the best and noblest of man.

Allons! Come and see with the

greatest eyes visions of blest, blest Eternity.

Allons! Come walk hand in hand

with love towards  the gleaming Eternity.

Allons! Come and smell the swiftest secents and

breathe that greatness through and through.

Allons! Come dance with me.


Allons! Come bask here with me.

Bare witness to Life’s most elegant Beauty.

Allons! Come and feel the Sacred, that divine

push and pull of life’s affinity towards truth.

Alllons! Come find your higher mind

through the shifting shimmering skies of Infinity.

Allons! Come and taste the

fragrant aires of love’s promising delicacies.

Allons! Come bask here with me.


Allons! Come sing with me.

Let loose those inhibitions that bind you to meek quietude.

Allons! Come and hear with a fresh and open

mind those sacred warblings of all Eternity.

Allons! Come breathe with me.

Fill your belly – see it rise – and know that tenseness, then release and relax.

Allons! Come and be whole with me.

Expand more and more until you become Everything, and everything is You.

Allons! Come sing with me.

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Day 13 – Magic

The Great Taming


First, Man tamed the lands,

certain abled animals

next, coming home to

labor still to tame mankind;

made to fit the mold.

Finally on to the most

coarse of labors, Man

fights to tame the mind and through

this unrelenting

work, striving to control all

that can be controlled,

Magic left this world.

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Day 12 – The Approaching Dawn



New dawn approaches

with a glistening sun, to

rise always with a

moment of pristine beauty.

Warming emotions

as dreadful thoughts fading fast.

Breathe in this morning’s,

and all morning’s, air to bring

greater clarity

to your soul. Take these moments

to bless and honor

your higher self with divine

intentions – it takes

strength to bare reverence in

each and every act.

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Day 11 – The Long Cold Night

Scarred Hopes and Faded Dreams


There are dreams we all

cling to; some individual,

others communal.

We attach meanings, values,

and importance to

a shiny future

we assume is a brighter,

better one. There are

dreams we hold to. And we

hold strong. We  believe

in them so much that

we make some life-altering

choices. We start to

formulate plans to move in

the direction of

our dreams, that perhaps

we become more our

dreams than our true selves. Our hopes

are intimately

tied in too. Each of us have

actively done this

to some reigning degree or

another, within the

breadth of many glimmering

futures gilded in

gold and light. You have. I have.

We have. These dreams tame.

These dreams solidify our

wavering souls. This

is not to gloss over the

deep, dark nights of our

profound sadness that sometimes

takes over, nor is

it meant to bolster our great,

sunny (greatest and

sunniest) days of our most

inherent brilliance.

No matter where you are on

this sliding spectrum

of techni-color truth, we

should always take care

to remember: Dreams are just

that. Dreams. And once we

are roused from slumber our dreams

quickly fade into

an altered memory that

leads either to a guiding

hope or it doesn’t.


In life we all gain

as surely as we all take

losses. We all have

opportunities to grow

and our successes.

Some in lives dearest to us,

others in love; some

in riches, others in health.

As we celebrate

the gains together, we take

on the losses in

silence (often during nights

questioning our truth,

our worthiness). And in

that deep, dark night we

strive to create new plans to

move forward, to get

back on top, to recapture

that pennant of joy,

to become the flag-bearer

of our dreams, ever

hopeful to become greater

than what we are now.

Dreams slowly turn to visions

as plans manifest. This is

true for everyone

save me. I have had dreams and

made strides towards them but

now I look ahead

and see no path forward; not

knowing what to do.

I linger on for

the sake of others, always

for others. I see

all and nothing; feel all and

nothing together.


I have found my worth

through intelligence and for

a time that was good,

it worked, it was enough; but

now all seems lacking.

I turned towards the heart,

found a love within

and life, in it’s intricate

way, has slowly and


usurped, corrupted that love.

Each breath taking more

until a faint glimmer is

all that remains. I

am becoming a mirage

of what could of been.

I see no path forward towards

my living dream now

and I rather not wake up.

Life has taken most

things from me and has opened

my mind to certain

possibilities where dreams

are revealed to be fleeting

illusions where all

semblances of happiness

and love are proven

to be merely smoke fading

in the hushed whispers

of a descending darkness

and I, and all life,

am left holding to a hope

that soon shall pass as

life lingers on in this breath,

this abyss of our

shared spiritual agony.


Life keeps to life and

death to the dying while

I keep to neither,

for holding to one keeps

to the other. They

share the same importance and

in both life creates

it’s own fated destiny.

Shared visions of a

future and ghosts of a past

mingle together

as we achingly search for

our meaning, our truth,

our goals, and our desires.

Breath by breath, and task

by task we move forever

forward and ever

ahead along our destined

path to see what we

blind ourselves to see. And through

bleary, weary eyes

I can see one thing, only

one truth left: all the

light and love that once was me

dissipated and

all that remains is just an

empty vessel left

lingering on the shelf for

little use to all.

A woeful story

of misguided attempts to

do some good to life.

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Day 10 – Day And Night

And Through The Days


And through the Light of Day

the sun shines a bit too bright,

it’s heat a bit too warm. It burns

all it touches, evaporating bodies

and leaving the vulnerable

star-seed of life’s soul vulnerable

to death’s aching thirst.


And through the dark of Night

the world descends into the

deepening coldness of the abyss.

It comes first as a calming balm

nurturing life back to health. As

night deepens, the coldness

stagnates, stifles, and coallesces

into am icy underworld where

naught but death lingers; forever

putting out the fire of life’s heart.


And through the times between

the bright day and the dark night

life lingers on, hanging by a

barren thread. Thawing out life

in the heat of morning’s light before

that life-granting sun becomes the

desolation of life. Those who survive

the heat through love’s gracious shade,

shall suffer through yet another

night. It forever fends off the cold

fingers of the constellations that

serve as a Light of Hope while

death washes over our bodies

in an icy harness that chokes our

voices to burgeoning quietness.


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Day 9 – The Great Unused

The Knowing


I know what

the unplanted seed

feels like –

* saved for a purpose, left on

a shelf and then forgotten about

* lingering on for the guiding hand

to make use of me, yet time never comes

* pushed into some dark corner left to

either wither in dryness or rot in dampness

I know what the unplanted

seed feels like.


I know what

over ripe fruit

feels like –

* picked mostly last

in recess and gym activities.

* perceiving my best

was everyone else’s average

* over striving to fill

the cavern of lack in my soul.

I know what over ripe

fruit feels like.


I know what

the unpicked fruit

feels like –

* something must be wrong

(with me) if I am still unchosen.

* my spots and bruises

must be worse than other’s

* perhaps I am only meant

to fall and fertilize the land around me.

I know what the unpicked

fruit feels like.


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