all is a mystery
awaiting discovery
the push for self-actualization
an essential drive
extending oneself to the highest
fundamental to our existence
without it
we cease to exist
at the very least – to thrive
all is a mystery
awaiting discovery
the push for self-actualization
an essential drive
extending oneself to the highest
fundamental to our existence
without it
we cease to exist
at the very least – to thrive
behold clouded view
nature’s intent camouflaged
next steps are mindful
the sun beams guidance
no borders in the spiral
spirit soars higher
**NOTE – This is one of my pieces that didn’t make the cut for Pure Haiku’s Encircling Theme.
self-imposed stillness
journeys provide clarity
acceptance of life
**NOTE – I researched the image a bit, wanting to know if it was real or a Photoshop creation, and stumbled upon the artist’s statement…
Person in dark cloak stands in glowing orange sandstone canyon
Life in the desert is a teacher. It shows that beauty can live in silence. Every grain of sand carries a story of patience. You survive not by fighting the heat, but by flowing with it. The emptiness is not loneliness; it’s clarity. Here, there are no distractions, only truth. You learn to value every drop, every breath, every shadow. In the desert, you understand that strength is quiet. And that even in the harshest place, light always finds a way. Subscribe to see more from this trip: https://www.youtube.com/@LASLAVA.
Thanks, Sadje! Appreciate learning more about him. He’s quite an interesting, reflective, and talented character. Very inspiring! :)
profuse uniqueness
nestled in community
a shared abundance
all that reaches out
whether genuine and loving
or presenting a facade
those hands can connect us
but also destroy our trust in humanity
we rely on the kindness of strangers
and find families tear us to shreds
in these times, we are brutally becoming more distant
seeking ever more refuge in new communities
starting over with less
handicapped again
when does love win?
alone and battered
mastering unknown forces
a chaotic dance
i felt hopeful once
bring your strength to the table
you cannot falter
but
it’s just not in me
too tired to care anymore
leave me alone please
the external mask
it is a comfort to shield
when off, more guarded
Have you ever read someone else’s work and left a comment on what you read, then realized that the comment in and of itself required deeper pondering? And then the additional pondering produced another piece of poetry?
Well, that exact scenario recently happened when I was fortunate enough to read two pieces: Ken Gierke’s “Without, as within,” and VJ Knutson’s “The Magic of Poetry.” And on the same day! I loved their thoughts, and they inspired me further. Every opportunity to think a bit more in-depth and reevaluate settled thoughts is one of the best parts of being a poet/writer.
inspiration
leads to emotions
then leads to truths
the cycle of life
twisting and turning
up and down
life happens to us,
but is experienced within
providing a constant dance between the two