Leaking In Like Rain

IMG_7027I’ve been immersing myself in the Japanese masters, Issa, Bashō, Buson, Shiki.

The haiku form is deceptively simple–more difficult than it appears, if you want to abide by some traditional conventions.

My goal is to create a total of 107 Forest Haikus and mini ‘zen’ poems over the winter. I’ll share in groups of 5-10. Here are the first few:

Not the only one
dancing naked in the rain
joined by Mister Newt
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Going on a walk
enjoy your mid-day orgy,
lovely ladybugs
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Light from autumn moon
casting shadows from redwoods
across my bald head
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November redwoods
an unspeakable silence
jet engine roaring
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Look, there’s a rainbow!
covering my shit with dirt,
I’m in awe of both
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You dropped some feathers
Mister Peregrine Falcon
I’ll keep them for you
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Just a few days old
and walking across the sky
my baby moon
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I’m learning some things
Not sure what it is quite yet
leaking in like rain
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No protection here
November’s got me knocked up
with baby poems
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Deep autumn sitting
coyote yipping on verge
of liberation

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The EverNew

imagesWhere do you go
when you go away?

Are you playing hide and seek
with the earth?

Are you like the winter
tucking yourself into jubilant hibernation
to gather yourself for the next scene?

Are you like me,
disappearing into the cave
of your own soul
in order to emerge renewed?

waning, waning, waning into
the going under,
the dying, dark night of the soul
then birthing seed of the new,
waxing, waxing, waxing into fullness

You are the EverNew,
to whom everything apprentices itself

So we can stand, arms outstretched
and astonished, exclaiming:

What a wonderful night, I’ve never seen this one before!

Wind Wakes Me

1280px-Van_Gogh_-_Starry_Night_-_Google_Art_ProjectIt’s the hour when even owls are silent
but a fierce wind
mimicking ocean waves
draws me out
to feel its invisible currents
from who knows where
But here, above me
branches break
full moon stands naked
stars like a cozy blanket—
People wouldn’t believe that the forest could be this clear and bright
in the middle of the night

Moon Shadows

IMG_6395Two little lunar poems inspired by our time last night hanging with the moon. I know these words are just fingers pointing, as Rumi said, yet the moon is pointing back.

Turns out we can’t
catch our moon shadows
even if we walk backwards
moonwalking
it follows us
relentlessly
So we play with them
forming hearts with our arms
as if to say:
you too are welcome here

———

this celestial theater
is good company

I feel in my bonds
bonded to her
sitting far away
on the other side of the mountains
bathing in the same light tonight

And to you all
as if mesmerized by a campfire in the sky
remembering what it means
to belong and wonder
Finding our own pace

and to coyote
who at midnight sings his aria
so we join in the lunacy

and to sun
wanting to be with us so bad
reaches out across 93 million miles
and touches the skin of Sister Flower in the garden of the sky

on nights like this
when the moon comes out to play
Loneliness doesn’t exist

Path to Totality

eclipse public domain imageFor a single shadowy moment
we gather under one big sky

as the munificent star
that feeds us all
plays cosmic hide and seek
with grandmother moon
and all her earthly relations

stirring cottonwood leaves
with a chilly morning breeze
and tricking birds into nightsong
as the light fades

the silence of
a sacred pause
falls upon the land

perhaps for a moment
we forget all the lies
that divide us

on our path to totality

as we gather under
the one big sky