Home Haiku

this is not a race
I only gain when you gain
trial and error

Home Haiku 1

Working to revive a Stihl 45 trimmer. Spent all day on you tube. Changed out the spark plug, cleaned the spark aerator, switched out the air filter and put in new fuel. Got it started, but it won't stay on.  Called in the big guns. He said we get to clean the carburetor.


Carburetor gunked
Tempermental two cycles
Small Engine study

Work Haiku 1

Lazy Man Wisdom
Ever smarter not harder
Machine diligence

Elements of Life

I have not written as much in 2015 and 2016 and I have found my muse in the oddest of places.  A co-worker began giving me "the beginnings of haiku's"  and we alternate popping them out.  I realized the other day that I was being given a gift.  The chance to kick start my writing in the midst of work. The Mundane kick starting Creation.  Earth begetting Water.  A Concept I Believe in and preach.  The daily crap shoot of life isn't something we get through while waiting for the good stuff to happen.  It is how we create the good stuff if we are paying attention.

Haiku sampling:

Angry Orchard calls
your apples are fermented
Drink more. they miss you


Today's actual poem  :D

To Dare.
I see within me all I am
Both shadow and light
Intertwined as one
Pulsating with life and breath.

To Know.
I study the selves
Taking notes, watching choices, reactions.
Where is the comfort between
Desire and Habit.

To Will
Choices each day
Create and build these two.
Creating the Truth of the
One who contains them both.

To Be Silent.
Is to Know the
Dreams I Dare
To push through to Completion
Create Me as much as I Create Them.

A Life Becoming

I come into this world knowing nothing.
Lying Silent I take it in.
I mimic
I practice
I learn
I understand
I cannot wait
I grow

Caught up in life
I achieve
I do
I run
I create
I build
I fall
I tumble
I stand up
I continue

I turn my back
I walk lifetimes away from my life
I turn back around to see it
From this perspective
My thoughts were so big
My creations seem so small
Yet I have connected with so many in these years
I am in a dream
I am down a tunnel
The door is so large and looming
yet so small and far away
Or am I small and far away?
I have lost my balance
my perspective
The more I create the further I fall back
I cry
I scream
I pity myself
I sit quietly, inwardly, Am I numb?
Am I tired?
I wait
I feel fuller, happier, joyous.
Was it an accident?
How did I build with nothing?
Was it nothing?
Was it something?
Something in Silence.
I am curious, intrigued.
Ready to learn this new thing.
Yet it is hard.
I want to DO
I need to FEEL I am learning
I work
I try
I fall
I stand
I work
I procrastinate
I am Silent
It Sparks
Ok.
I learned
Silence is Silence
Silence is not procrastination.
I am doing something in nothing.
I am aware of the empty
Sitting in the expanse of time
Not trying to fill it
I still forget, I still work, I still build,
Yet now
I can be Silent.