Haikus

Overnight by trainAlmost two hours in zazenTrying to stay awake Cold twilight surroundsRacing in the wildernessA curved tube of light

The nala flows onBehind flats at lazy noonFlowing water soothes Sleepy office dayRemoving the mutka’s lidInside cool and dark

The chirping cricketFrightened as someone enters.The Sudden silence The coming winterI’m wondering when I mustTake my warm clothes out I see her at onceAnd her glance falls on me too.Approaches wagging. Musing on cycleStreak of orange butterflyBrings me sudden joy

Far too hot to touchFar too tempting to resist.There the momo sits. Evil is stronger,We will resist to the end.Though it will triumph.

Think you yourself free?We have our dependencies,Of which we know not. When grief claims her own,Shall we acquit? Time will tell.For our time will come

Piano’s have no lifeThe musician gives his ownThey join with respect. To bring things to lifeis the highest expression.Thus we become strong.

Are we just layers?The onion has no core.Are we Onions? Do all of us change,varying with the shifting time?Can I trust myself? So when the test comes,will I betray myself then?And how will I sleep?

A teacup. So plain.Completely normal and simpleAnd yet just so right! Three parallel cracksrunning on a stained white wall.Creases on a face.

This world’s all there is.If there’s heaven, leave me out.I’ll just pick my nose. A leaf’s just a leaf.What we see is what there is.Just a simple leaf. Things are as they are.Chuck the great deeper oneness!And if you itch, scratch.