Late night zen

The ties that bind, set us free
to be, to be, to be.
With our knotted lives, we see differently.
Suffering is the key to unlock our humanity.
So I embrace the ties the bind,
and I live life to simply be.

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Stacked Haiku

She asked the questions
Of the details of the details
Yet knew the answer.

She asked more questions
In all facets of her life
But just wanted peace.

But you can’t question
Others until you find the
Peace within yourself.

So stop questioning
You know what you like and don’t.
Peace will then prevail.

Quadruple Haiku

As I grow stronger,
My face weakens with the years
Yet my smile remains.

As I grow stronger,
the circles become darker
yet my eyes still shine.

As I grow stronger,
grey hair invades my eyebrows
yet I have more grace.

Together strength and
weakness create my temple
an I honor life.

The Rarest Love

Bleeding heart doves with slate grey wings and a red badge dripping from its breasts, pumped out the last of their lovebeats.
Their love was the rarest in the world.
And we got to witness it.

I read the book “The Rarest Bird In The World: The Search for the Nechisar Nightjar” by Vernon R.L. Head from South Africa. His story of his expeditions in remote areas of the planet simply to witness the beauty of rare birds is one of the most poetic and inspiring books I have ever read.
After watching the news last night and hearing of the tragedy of the young LGBT people who came to celebrate on a Saturday night and were murdered and injured I felt incredible despair.
And then I remembered the book. And I thought like the author of the “The Rarest Bird In The World,” maybe I witnessed a rare species of lovebirds and will get to know the beauty of the people that lost their lives.
I guess I am just trying to make sense of this mad world like everyone else.