20ty Haikus
Peter Hines

 

Morning rain
~~~~~~~~~ each drop
Speaks multitudes

 

On the lone Mountain,
prayer flags flapping in the wind
All else is a dream

 

Suddenly, crescent
moon appears over lone tree,
Not even a sound

 

This air so alive
breathe it in and let it out
The stillness within

 

The falling is the hard
part and the forgetting too
Remember the grace

 

Within me I plant
a beautiful flower seed
My life it's soil

 

Imperfection is beauty
and madness is geniuses
Two worlds in one

 

I prefer to be
happy, crazy and in love
The rest is too much

 

The sages say
nothing lasts forever
such a blessing

 

In my bed the
purring kitty falls asleep
On my shoulder

I saw your face light
up like shiny red mountain
You were truth rising

 

In the morning
the rabbits go hopping
The tall grass grows

 

No more concern
I with five-seven-five
A small freedom

 

Old red truck in field
with it's cracked paint over rust
Five cent coca cola

 

When you are ready
you will pop like corn in a pan
But not until then

 

In the dark early
morning, a chorus of birds
The far off train wails

 

This grasping
and holding on is useless
fighting is for fools

 

In the silence
the mystery persisted
I fell back asleep

 

Perhaps truth depends
on a walk around the lake
But then there's mountain

 

Between broken
and healed there lies a ocean
Here we build boats