March 2013

 
Rumi Dawn
 
 
Come rise with me to unearth the instant light begins. Come away from this death that is its illusion. What deer panting for a hidden spring fails to find the moon's reflection? What seer blinded by visions hears the dawn chorus stirring and sees again?  What silent monk seeks the fire's warmth and becomes that which burns within the sunrise?
 
Watch! 
 
An oyster opens its mouth and conceives a pearl. Trees rise from their Lazarus shrouds of mist.  Prometheus and Maui paint the earth with Heraclitean fire once more. I am the wave that is the presence of the ocean. I am become death, the creator and destroyer of separation. In a breath I become what the Christ is.
 
dying wind — 
a dandelion now
just a stalk
Good Friday 2013
 
 
last supper —
from olive eyes
moonlight seeps 
 
 
garden snake —
a kiss by moonlight
betrays me
 
 
night trial —
words of blasphemy
twist my lips
 
 
crowing cock — 
all that I desire,
I deny 
 
 
last judgement —
death is delivered
with clean hands
 
 
bloody dawn —
derision tears me open
with words
 
 
bitter cup —
the shape of love
crushing dreams
 
 
empty cup —
a mushroom props up
a sagging bloom
 
 
day moon . . .
a girl's tears soak up
the mystery
 
 
cross purposes . . . 
between heaven and hell
love stretches out
 
 
sun strike — 
I turn inwards
to the light
 
 
broken circle —
hands that once were joined
joined without
 
 
emptiness —
love drains the cup's
last drops
 
 
death chamber —
even the echoes
fade away

just for today
the blossom that was
never mine

Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival
2013 Haiku Invitational International Section - Sakura Award

 

moonstruck —
a river wanders off
in the dark

autumn rain
the colour splashing out
of her steps

 

rehab farm —
unspent shells weather
into ploughshares

THF Per Diem Archive
J. Baranski August 2014, War and Peace