I find blank, but not emptiness; unordered points, waiting for lines. This void, is one of spaces; its boiling questions, overflowing maybes. By no right, I churn the depths to form; as “what” dissolves, into “this”. #sijo

There was a joy, that freedom wrought; when solitude, was my prairie plain. It has been plowed, and lies thick with harvest; yet where now roams, that frolicking spirit? Growing up, is a gain of distance from the ground; the ripe ear longs, for its root. #sijo

Evening mist, the humid gray; though winter, the air is seasonless. To this place, there is no first visit; each journey, is a return. In the haze, the womb of stories grrs; the twilight humming, with sun-lost germs. #sijo

No shortage, of true adages; no end either, to their contradictions. “The brave man, never gives up”; “letting go, is the path of true strength”. Real wisdom, lies in correct selection; a sage must be, an editor. #sijo

When the bough, ripped from the trunk; I was surprised, to see new sky. One might think, the tree would rot; but in partial death, opportunity blooms. New green shoots, have grown to drink that sky; the unbowed trunk, branching anew. #sijo

The blinding, of burning snow; has dulled with twilight, to a graying glow. The hard dirt, hides hidden ice; the frozen remains, of a melting dream. The dusk air, is warm in its stillness; as harsh winter’s day, gentles to night. #sijo

Bedroom walls, were today’s horizons; the well-worn view, of a sick day. My mind slept, at strange intervals; and I could not tell, if I was hungry. But I felt, your love in each glass of honey tea; and even this day, was happy. #sijo

The beauty, of averages; take me, as a composite. Ever erring, from my mean truth; I am all at once, my time-collapsed self. Tell me why, it was set in motion; this twisting prism, called history. #sijo

The cube, is undying; for its wordily forms, are not itself. Smash some dice, and the cube is unharmed; the atoms alone, have suffered change. Am I not, a 3D shape of sorts; held eternal, in Logic’s weave? #sijo

With windy steps, the water is marching; in the ice-locked pace, of a thousand waves. The winter beach, barren but for debris; bears the tinkling beat, of tiny shards of freeze. Above us, the pure sky is a merciless blue; as cold sunlight bathes, the river’s sway. #sijo

I had laughed off, the old paradoxes; misbelieving them, too easily solved. Ever creeping, that smug assumption; that yesterday’s men, were hopelessly naive. Now I see, I have no solutions; but to heed better, the worthy dead. #sijo

I had no words, to assuage your grief; fearing kind phrases, would sting like hot rain. So silence, was my poor gift to you; though I feared that too, would have its own bite. Yet I know, it is not too late to exchange; thus my nightly stare, at this blank page. #sijo

Stairways climb, orange clouds of glass; that sail ever, in faded yellow skies. One footfall, turns the step purple; and clear notes ring, the strider’s ascent. You asked me, where this walkway leads; as we clasped hands, to face the sun. #sijo

My failings, lie like serpents; in the tall grass, where my life walks. Those patches, I weed often; but to hide a snake, takes just a little growth. Then fangs strike, and the day is poisoned; leaving me to weep, my negligence. #sijo

Our tree shudders, under the weight; of gnawing things, that hunger without light. Too little, our dwindling medicines; this crooked timber, must groan a cracking sigh. Make ready, for the coming age of splinters; and pray the boughs snap, before the trunk. #sijo

Orion, hung above us; though we had not, yet learned his name. In my eyes, he was a crown; an emblem of rule, rising to the south. The night sky, mirrors our souls like ink blots; the stars lay naked, my ambition. #sijo

The silence, of falling snow; our footsteps, gentle thunder. The white earth, extends all around; our faces peep, from our jackets. Your gloved hand, gently grasps mine close; despite the wind, I am warm. #sijo

Dancer, in the changing moon; you soar the realms, beyond start and stop. Your rhythm, grinds down mountains; your footfalls, bloom the yearly fields. Let me step, in your making chaos unmaking; and become one, with wax and wane. #sijo

Day disrupted, by happy doings; routine broken, by newcome joys. Should I mourn, for my vanished cycles; or bury them, in a tyrant’s tomb? I have lost, an illusion of permeance; love moves me crab-like, to larger shells. #sijo

Do not ask, to be understood; those who know, are not those who learn. Speak the words, that make men stumble; that in standing up, they may grasp higher. It’s not peace, but a sword they need; let them find you, in your struggle. #sijo

Silence falls, like syllables; empty units, of solid lack. Words lie, but lies can be true; blank spaces, cannot even be false. Yet nothing, sings with the promise of potential; symphonies start with, a waving wand. #sijo

Like Sirius, rising in summer; this winter eve, sees its own bright star. Venus, of the evening and morn; incarnate light, of the subterrene sun. Milky Way, she is all my night sky; here to gaze on, for just a moon. #sijo

It rained, all day today; overnight, all will be ice. Five hours, of melting tomorrow; and then none, for at least a day. My mother, cancels her twice-delayed appointments; as our schedules freeze, with the roads. #sijo

Months away, waiting was easier; now mere days left, I keep checking the time. Frustration, bubbles to the surface; where before, there had been calm patience. Perhaps I, have been this way all along; but now have the strength, to feel it. #sijo

At first, I sought meaning; but no books, could tell me where it lay. In time, I found meaning; but no words, could show the route I’d gone. Now I see, the limit of teaching; for paths can’t take you, to where you are. #sijo

“The shark to fear, is not the one you see; but the one you don’t,” I heard the divers say. The survivors, report such confusion; bodies half-broken, before they glimpse its eyes. My country, the waters teem with flashing fins; and I fear you, are not looking. #sijo

Like a night, without a moon; like a daydream, full of shadows. Like the sun, behind a cloud; like a memory, half-remembered. My heartbeats, echo in this room; and the white walls, whisper your name. #sijo

Just two days, without central heating; and I’m already, claiming misery. My ancestors, lived entire ages; with little more, than well-applied fires. I now taste, what it means to be cold in winter; how will I dare, complain again? #sijo

Morning snow, splits trees in half; I shake branches clean, to save those I can. Nightmare-like, I find my treasured friend; already broken, and buried half in white. A numbness, steals over my body; and I know it’s not, from the cold. #sijo

The free fall, of temperatures; as humid winter, beckons in blizzard. The gray sky, thicker than the clouds; the weight of snow, already upon us. We unpack, tools I’d forgotten we had; as forecast inches, revise upwards. #sijo

Our lives, shine as islands; in the great sea, they call history. Destiny, lies not on far shores; the promised land, ripples beneath our feet. Time’s currents, confound the thirsty with salt; we are already, eternal. #sijo

I listen, as music speaks; its notely phrases, singing sentences. They say words, should have meanings; tonal structures, laugh in climbing chords. I can hear, a story beyond the points of thought; the form alone, plays my heart. #sijo

I walked, by your grave today; I couldn’t see it, though I didn’t look hard. I was scared, to see it sullied; but I thought you’d like, to have some company. Silly me, to worry so much about a place; as if not seeing, unmade the real. #sijo

Little wisps, on my knuckles; so rarely noticed, I forget they exist. The faint scar, in my eyebrow; only remembered, once or twice a year. How can I, claim to know myself; when I don’t even, know my own hairs? #sijo

This sunset, hangs red and gold; like the thousands, I’ve seen before. Burning beauty, bathes my eyes transcendent; as it has done, on so many days. Miracle, is more word than meaning; the most common things, are holy. #sijo

A cold day, but no wind blew; I felt as though, it were summer. Those icy gusts, had lingered so long; I had forgotten, they could be absent. Discomfort, fogs our memories with its lies; but the wise know it, a passing breeze. #sijo

Night questions, echo the sun; underworld journeys, across the earth. Dawn is a place, and it is we that come; our time a circle, we walk from dark. Do not ask, if light will return; ask what you will be, when it does. #sijo

Throwing out, my childhood furniture; “broken” describing, both my heart and them. These patterns, of colors and flowers; that grew my life, now become memories. Mere objects, the wise say not to love; against their counsel, my tears flow. #sijo

Shall I love you, with my cold eyes; that see only, the lights of surface? Shall I know you, with runny words; whose speech mumbles, the soars of thought? We are here, in this world of distances; how can I reach you, with my heart? #sijo

If this life, is but a dream; then all of science, is the study of me. All the laws, the physicists seek; are the conscious mind, self-made into numbers. And my love, are you a part of me too; or do you wait as, I dream of you? #sijo

This winter, is full of spiders; they have decided, this is the tropics now. I admit, the days have been warm; and I suppose, bugs keep no calendars. Yet I feel, an allegiance to the waning sun; eight eyes stare bemused, at my jackets. #sijo

Our worship, is all to idols; for what mind can hold, the true form of God? The figures, we engrave in our prayers; are no more divine, than bird-head Ra the sun. His people, knew better than we; through our poor totems, the Gods will come. #sijo

Burying you, I understood; that your body was, an earthly symbol. That your grave, was but an icon; in my depiction, of your spirit. I cried worse, to think you had gone home; as I left your sign, to lie alone. #sijo

The wreckage, and the polar bears; the broken voyage, between the snows. Chewed bones, and tattered sails; are a poor end, to a brave dream. But the try, sings the louder for its end; in the arctic night, a light glows. #sijo

Your orange fur, glew like embers; and it shook me, to be so close. I wondered, if you were rabid; or if you were just, an injured fox. In your eyes, I saw a frightened plea; I still don’t know, what you meant. #sijo

Stone dragons, guard the temple; only fools, think to sneak past. All they find, is an airy room; for the sanctum lies, not merely in space. Look within, and defeat your dragons; then have you entered, a sacred place. #sijo

History, falls from the cracks; as the roots wear, this wall to dirt. The moonlight, summons shadows; who were born, when the stones were laid. The builders, are seen no longer; but the valley, remembers. #sijo

I meet God, when I’m alone; but lose the words, when others inquire. Private truth, dies a martyr; on the killing fields, of communication. No learning, exists but self-learning; I cannot give them, what I know. #sijo

This road is, not a new one; yet its vistas, stir in me hidden notes. Many times, I have learned to desist; yet the music, still tempts me on. Maybe this, is the time we get there; I know too much, not to hope. #sijo

To separate, but not extinguish; I accept my thoughts, while not embracing them. The river, flows on past me; I neither dam it, nor am I swept away. My stillness, is not the rejection of action; but the mastery, of my strength. #sijo