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Ikigai: Petals in Stillness

Spring — Passion

Kintsugi dawn—
white plum scents night air
tea rises in stillness.

Cranes cross pale sky;
child laughter drifts on moss.
A garden remembers.

Summer — Vocation

Tatami breathes—
cicada shells cling
reborn softly.

Koi flicker below
ripples fade in quiet hands.
Evening thunder calls—

incense drifts
forms bow.

Autumn — Mission

Fox lanterns kindle
shoji float through silver mist—
ancestral spirits stir.

Stray dog nestles
by the gate;
even strays seek warmth.

Tea vapor
recalls morning.

Winter

Matrix Fleece

Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned 
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too 
What has become of us and why
I

The Walking Dead

Walking dead. Zombies.
Drones looking for sustinance.
Hungry with blank eyes.
Living no life and loveless.
Aimlessly forging ahead.

Walking dead. Zombies.
Reminds me of the living.
No life, yet still here.
Sit in front of screens and die;
Wasting away to nothing.

Walking dead. Zombies.
Perhaps, we are the dead ones.
Not truly alive;
Missing all-important things.
Killing off our connection.

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Solitude

The cruel laughter of the soul
Laments its flagellation by time,
Ebbed on the flattened stones of
A raped river.
Sorrow, an amanuensis of silence,
Reads the minutes of the last meeting
Held within dying doors, between
Mind and soul, two warring nations
Of a proud heart,
Now asleep with bloodshot eyes.

SOUTHERN CROSSES I

Electric Line's sway, 
spider webs of industry 
along a rocky lane under 
a hot southern sun, cicada…
cry high, into the crystal blue sky 
We are a ghost nation 
of Man’s hypocrisy
crossing shadows under a hard
noonday sky.

The empty road under the leaning 
Electric crosses of civilization 
Shadows fall, carving silhouettes into
Upon hitting noonday ground 
Humanity lost

Karma

A word which resonates with new & old,
much talked, much hyped, bought & sold.
Some fear, some celebrate, never it fades,
Time & again, in one form or so it reverberates.

“KARMA” it is called, mere mortals know.
In numerous philosophies, it directs flow.
A universal principle of cause & effect
A person’s actions, connects & reflects.
Not in bounds of Sectarian

Spirals

r = f(?)
Spirals
Archimedian
Logarithmic
Fractal
Mirabilis
Uncontrolled
One point to the next
Ever widening, no end
So with arguments

~kcm 

Be Yourself and Everyone Else is Taken

Be yourself and everyone else is taken 
What you find cut from ownself?
Everyone in their own too fallen,
But it's better than lose own relief.


The world is too much big 
Then you think, you be else,
No,man pretty in his own right,
If wear good but other's, it's conclude false.

The wills and thoughts are free
The all you see

Randomness part 2

Ah, that feeling of nothingness, mixed with contentment and this searching feeling; how such a feeling exists can baffle yet also leave this tantalizing desire to be found. It is almost as if I am lost in the shadowy echos of my mind aimlessly wandering around yet simultaneously every so clearly chasing and following in

Eyes of the Rain

In the face of an early morning drizzle,
On a fireside earth-throne,
I sit and summon thoughts.
The firewood, red with the suppressed anger of
Smouldering fire,
Crackles constantly
Amid the paying of wages of serenity.

Thoughts and fascination cringe
My breath now pulsated by the throbs of wanton
Visions . . .

Invasion!
A gust of rain wrestles me down.
I stand, peering deeply into the

Why you like imperfection

If you look at a still pond,
you’ll see your reflection,
but it’s more vivid or unclear to see
because it is not meant for showing your reflection.

A mirror was created for that job,
but why do people like to see their reflection in water
when it’s not as clear as a mirror?

Because, at the end,
people like the imperfect thing
in

Unequal Fire

Not all minds burn with equal flame,
Some flicker gently, some boldly claim  
The heights of thought, few dare climb
Where intellect dances beyond time.

IQ may measure, but cannot define  
The soul’s deep hunger for the sign,  
For far-sighted eyes that pierce the veil,  
And trace the truth where others fail.

Some walk the

On Transience

Everything is useless in terms of awareness
Of the inevitable transience of what was us
No valuable compensation for this mess 
But just illusions with naivety of trust
They are so easy to be thoroughly despised 
That maybe it’s a hint at something more
Which cannot be revealed or fully realized 
As if we lived before and afterwards it

The Great Debate

(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)

The Great Debate

The great debate in buddhism
Specifically in ancient Tibet,
Was between the sudden and gradualist schools.
Even though the event is apocryphal
And never actually happened,
It’s a good and relevant story
Because it is the debate that happens to this day
Between students and teachers,
Dharma brothers and sisters
And within our

A Journey Without A Goal

(“Rainbow Body” detail, 2018, original encaustic)

A Journey Without A Goal

The path to enlightenment is a wondrous 
And delightfully paradoxical thing!
It is complex and yet simple,
Endless and yet immediate.

The problem is it is never us who becomes enlightened,
Since enlightenment is a reunification
With what has never been divided,
And so the journey then becomes nothing but a dream.

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