The Road Got Easier

As a wanderer, I traveled the world outside my home

walking the road to it’s end.

At first the road was hard and lonely until I found a friend.

I sat with him while the embers burned and warmed my soul

within the homely abode.

Prepared again for the world outside, I took the wayward road

Yet when the sun sank down and cold set in, the way had been lost.

So on a stone I sat and thought

How once I shared the shelter but currently did not

In that moment of true despair, I finally made my peace.

Finding an abode in my own,

I remembered my friend, I remembered my home.

Palau Haikus

Jungle surrounds, while
zen flute bird whistles calmly;
and lights the dark way.

Current is ripping,
but shark glides effortlessly.
He minds his nature.

Sharks are not clown fish.
I would be one forever,
ocean is lonely.

Wild man of Palau,
I joke but I’m real in dream:
Lebuu the Hero.

Photo Credits

Palau Bush Warbler by Margaret Sloan

Shark and Clown Fish by Jim Christensen

The Dying Gaul

The Dying Gaul

No equine ride into the town square this time, this is a different kind of victory,

The victory of a strong arm defying an increasingly heavier weight –

An increasingly weaker arm.

His head bends now as that of one bowed in thought.

After the battle rages, others will ride forth on their horses into the town square.

For now though, the surrounding clamors begin to ebb,

As if to regard a final moment of intimate thought.

This is a different kind of victory.

The Arrow of Time

Is there an arrow of time if you don’t mind?
Sublimely I mind my time as it narrows.
Everyone does work to avoid entropy.
Yet if everyone did it, would it work?

Delta Function

δ

fn.

is a

base

grows

upward

many mps

while yet

falls away

but i stand

atop seeing

– righteously –

and how high i am

isnt determined

by the height of it

but by how far i see

Tir Na Nog

A feeling had on chance occurrences meeting an attractive member of the opposite sex.

That moment before love collapses onto sad space time coordinates of life

That instant when I first looked upon your radiant face.

Koror Gloom

Trapped like a caged green bird

But what cage is it that surrounds me

Whose bars are made of the sadness of all things

Preventing to spread light angel wings.

Sorry little bird, you can’t fly free.

If I cannot fly free then I will sing the song of the zen flute bird,

Seldom known for seldom heard

Until the cage, the bars, and the wings

Fade away like soft sea foam.