The transience of humanity frames the tragedy of all people. There are no happy conclusions to life, we all die, and until we die, we will experience both happiness and pain. Acceptance of the tragedy of humankind without remorse is a shattering experience; it enables us to relinquish mawkish misconceptions, destructive obsessions, and crippling attachments.… Continue reading Kilroy J. Oldster
You come like a soft whisper Riding the crest of an autumn breezeThrough an indigo drenched morning Breaching my eardrumsPenetrating my aching blood vessels Pouring into my heart Like a river to the sea You bloom like a supernova Blazing radiant in a neon vacuumA juvenescent surge of electricity Pulsing through this weary machineRupturing my… Continue reading Richard Miller
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not… Continue reading Finn Butler
1I can’t help but hatehaiku. They end abruptlyjust as they’re getting2going. See? I needanother just to finishthis simple thought, and3maybe it’s true thatall the love in the world couldfit in a matchbox4but who would want totry, and where, in that case, wouldone store their matches?— Rob Taylor, “Haikus 1-4,” The Other Side of Ourselves, Previously… Continue reading Bob Taylor
It’s all messy. The hair. The bed. The words. The heart. Life… — William Leal
Detachment is not the absence of emotion, it is the process of becoming one with the Oneness that is the Universe. To be detached, is to realize that the fullness of all there is, is too much to react to with just one emotion, one thought, or any bias. To be detached, is to acknowledge… Continue reading Justin K. McFarlane Beau
Mental labels don’t define who I am, time and aging only gets me closer to those I love, will love, and have loved. — S.L. Cato, from “Hello May, Birthday month, musing on aging gracefully,” https://itsnotcrazytoday.com/2016/05/01/its-my-birthday-month-musing-on-aging-gracefully/ May 1, 2016
Night breathed the hollow smoke of longing, — Karla A., “untitled“, July 2020
I offer to youmy bones and my veins. The partsthat break and that spill. — Mary Kate Teske, “Haiku,” https://mkteske.tumblr.com/
I have a body too young and a mind full of years. Everything in me has witnessed its own ending. I have lived through nightmares and perished in blissful dreams. What all that’s left in me eats me from within but still melts me from without, and that is where my humility takes birth. — … Continue reading Akif Kichloo
The Vale of Soul-Making 