There is a light beyond this tunnel
Sifting reason
Inner treason
Of worlds, unimaginable, I drink
And dip into the rush of thought
At peace, the body lie,
In state the mind, a child
In a gunslinger spaceman drifting through the stars
The cavalcade of imagination
Stokes the fires of the waking.
* This week’s submission to the Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita!
Keeping to a “short but sweet” theme that seems to be overarching my poetry this week, I give you a Haiku. Enjoy:
Never seen Mountains;
the inner is higher than
without: nothing known.
Posted in conjunction with the Thursday Poets Rally.
And by the by, as a part of that, I nominate Kavita! Read any of her stuff. You’ll quickly figure out why.
Starting off the week right, with a little haiku for you all. Hope you enjoy:
Raking out the death
bares green, reaching light of life–
Zen repetition.
This is also being put out there for the Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita!
The Waking Den 