seep

2 quick Haikus:



I am the hunter.
Stalking prey by sheer instinct.
Run, run. It can’t hide.

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The dark reign has come
Casting its long, sad shadow
The revolt is quick.

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Seep

His secret’s out.
The sadness of his existence has seeped
Through the painted beach scenery like sap from a wounded tree.
The truth has found them all;
While he has found nothing.
There is no treasure awaiting for him on
Those distant beaches.
Only the loneliness sought while
Blinded by his ego.

The garden remembers when he left,
So inflated, over compensating for his fear,
But unwilling to compromise,
Unwilling to peer just beyond-
Unable to wake up from the dream,
If only for a moment to sense the joy of the reality
He had so graciously been given.

Despite the fires he started the plants flourished and flowers bloomed
For him.
The garden gave sweet scents, soft pelts,
Nourished his heart, mind, body, and soul.
Ungrateful,
Undeserving,
Lying,
Deceitful,
The masterful engineer of his demise.
Cast out from Eden-
But instead of earning his return,
He damned the garden.

He only accepted the concrete
Because it wanted him to step on it.
He didn’t love the gritty, dirty, city;
He loved being loved by her
While incapable of returning any emotion.
She had no heat to give,
Only the release of what she consumed from
Day hours of the summer months,
But in winter the city grew cold,
She could not depend on his frigid heart to
Pump any heat into her.
Her concrete cracked,
Soon melted into the sand of the nearby
Treasureless beach.

Therein lies the issue:
His vacancy of heart and soul,
And limited mind
Made it impossible for him to be anything.
He was never and will never be a
Poet or an Artist, a gardener of love.
He knows only how to display pain and repulsiveness.
Transforming even coveted beauties into the grotesque.
He does not know inner beauty,
Only emptiness and ugliness,

His hunger will never end.
He will burn every garden,
Seek every beach,
Climb every mountain.
Endlessly searching,

For what she has found,
It was with her all along.
Her garden grew.
Expanding in every direction.
Giving life, love, and laughter to everything
To which it could spread-
The overgrowth unstoppable,
Its joy endlessly fulfilling,
overflowing and exploding,
Exuding and excited.
Full of hope and happiness.
This once-garden, is a forest at full strength.
Plentiful.

I do not pity you,
I never will.
Do you ever ask yourself,
“What will I do when all I have left is ashes and sand,
And water I can’t drink?”
Will your skin be enough then to shield you
From yourself?
Will you sell your body off cell by cell,
Strand by strand,
Nail by nail?
Leaving only your mouth,
Your legacy: to lie and consume.

I will get fat and full,
Like a golden Buddha,
A laughing Hotei.
Living as one with the tall trees,
Dancing in the gentle rain,
Enduring the storms in a temple of family,
Caring for my loved ones and my own wounds
With patience and wisdom.

The tiny pot, with just one seed,
You tried so shamelessly to break has seeped
Through the painted scenery,
As truth always seeps in.

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Hotei's associated virtue is magnanimity.

Word to ponder:

Magnanimity

1. the quality of being magnanimous.
2. a magnanimous act.

Magnanimous

1. generous in forgiving an insult or injury; free from petty resentfulness or vindictiveness: to be magnanimous toward one's enemies.
2. high-minded; noble: a just and magnanimous ruler.
3. proceeding from or revealing generosity or nobility of mind, character, etc.: a magnanimous gesture of forgiveness.


Karma does not need a human tool, I will sincerely make attempts at being more magnanimous.