Haiku # 680

Drenched in mist
my heart is a landscape
of eternal longing

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Long after we parted
her perfume lingered
on my trembling hand

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Moon in the window
the sound of my heart
breaking before dawn

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Still caught in my throat
the words I dared not say
at her funeral

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Buddhas in the snow…
their bald heads wet
with dreams of summer

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Thawing snow…
the Buddha’s head dripping
with dreams of summer

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The high mountain…
climbing to a world
of wind and mist

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All the women I loved
in my memory they bear
the image of your face

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In my secret life
I find her beauty
in everything I see

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…اسمها
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Wandering Thought # 95

People are avoidant by nature; they dislike taking responsibility for their lives and actions. And because they don’t take charge, they feel, as a result, and subconsciously, that their lives are not going the way they want. This breeds inner pestilence and it becomes easy to get angry over trivial things. The energy resulting from a feeling of dissatisfaction and lack of control needs continual discharge, so things are invented over which to get angry, and life in certain areas grows dark and poisonous. Many people, philosophies, religions, epochs, curse existence as a result of this. Many people need hate and anger to survive.

Wandering Thought # 94

Words, they are the geological forces of the soul, pushing against the toughest and most deeply imbedded boundaries and structures, with great patience eroding, stretching, pulling, transforming, and giving us the tools to control ourselves, to rise above ourselves and overcome ourselves, and shape our own destinies.