The following are my attempts to emulate the Japanese style of poetry and thinking (Haiku). Their strict formal rules for writing have changed over the years. After a short tour of the Okinawa island, I was inspired by their peaceful way of life...
-A bird sits caged for countless years
Dreaming of the heavens,
Now free, it cannot fly.-
-Bereft Deserts and frozen Ice-planes.
The Forrest's abundant life.
Beauty pervades them all.-
-The flower which struggles to grow
Through the mountain rock
Is twice as magnificent to behold!-
-The warbling bird sings all day.
How pleasant to hear her song.
The silent crow startles me with his squawk.-
-I slowly climb the mountain pass.
Warm rain cools my face.
The scenery fuels my journey.-
from shallow minds
Sustain their hollow lives.-
-How wise the turtle
Who lives so long
Yet lives so slow!-
-A crazy old man
Wandering around the gardens,
Smiles with the turtles.-
-I sit in silence,
Unaware of the
Myriad of sounds around me-
-A cavernous monument
Is but a fleeting experience
for cavernous minds!-
-A luscious green rice field;
Rows and rows of perfect plants
and behind them, a painted white stand-pipe.-
-The Rabbit darts, his white tail flashing.
The hunter slows his breath and gently squeezes.
The muzzle flashes, the rabbit stills.-
-She nurtures her precious new-born lambs.
She wonders where they are.
Your plate swims with grease!-
Seldom they stop to find.-
-Eight legs, eight eyes and eight hard years.
Her tiny, shining body.
Deliberately, trodden underfoot.-
-Why pound rock with fists each day?
What sense to endure such pain?
It is because, one day the pain and the rock will be gone!-
-The path of peace.
So easy to follow,
Yet so difficult to find.-
-Quieting my struggles,
I allow the river
To direct my journey.-
-Four turtles sitting peacefully,
Perched upon one rock
are joined by two more!-
-The path is so very long,
but with each step
I am one step closer!-
-Humankind - so pure, so free.
Our World, the playground of Our minds.
Humankind - so wrong, so greedy.-
-Not brave, the man who fears not death.
Nor fierce the Bee that stings.
Brave, who fears but does.-
-How quick the deer through the thickets.
How slow her torture by the snare.
Lay still and rest at last.-