Look in, look inside
Something hides behind the pain
Perhaps it is joy.
Stand up, stand up straight
Something new is beginning
That makes life worthwhile.
Step out, step away
Something is coming closer
Every moment.
Run, run to meet life
Embrace newness each morning
Your heart is beating.
#252
(note: try reading only the first lines of each haiku, then only the second, and, finally, only the third. The meanings reveal themselves differently this way) 🙂
The grass is greener,
at least it’s greener longer,
on some other sides.
Is it wrong to crave
greener pastures, kinder skies,
a gentle lifestyle?
It can’t hurt to look
and if looking turns to change –
the grass is still green.
#251
Why write about life
When it’s waiting to be lived
Shut down, go outside.
#245
Foolishness accepts
only the facts that support
its myopic lens.
Realists believe
their version of what is real
is the only truth.
Dreamers just ignore
anything that doesn’t fit
their beautiful dream.
Wise ones know that they
will never have all the facts.
Wisdom always doubts.
#242
As we fall up we
take turns catching each other
sometimes I catch you
sometimes you catch me.
the trick is to never let
our feet touch the ground.
#241
Tea in a chipped cup.
Love lives in the little things
Every day now.
Every day now
I understand that to see
I must close my eyes.
I must close my eyes
To feel the love that lives in
tea in a chipped cup.
239
Wake up now dreamer
leave your nightmare far behind
know that you are loved.
Wake up now dreamer
your life is waiting for you
to catch up to it.
Wake up now dreamer
bad dreams are not sticks or stones
they cannot hurt you.
Wake up now dreamer
always I’ve been by your side
always I will be.
#235
Past and future are
delusion and illusion.
Only now exists.
Open the present
life gives you each day before
it becomes the past.
Why hunger for more
when today is on your plate,
an endless buffet.
#230
Yes, I can say ‘no.’
I can dig in my heels but
is it worth the fight?
No, I won’t say yes.
Reasons are subjective but
I’m not your subject.
Maybe there’s a place
somewhere in the middle ground
where we can agree.
Yes, no, and maybe.
Will we meet in the middle
or shall I go home?
#222
While you were sleeping
cherry bran muffins happened.
Good morning sweetheart.
I’d read this haiku
to you but you already
woke up and lived it.
#218
Linda Studley 