The Blurred Vision of My Eyelashless Self

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A poem I found in a lost notebook from 1998. Deep in meditation while taking  a Zen class, the influence of the Tao is soaked inside these thoughts.


the blurred vision
of my Eyelashless self

There!
a part of the park
I’ve never seen!

from the Gazebo
past the stone steps
of the walkway

a secluded row of purple Azalea
border the stone wall that rounds a meadow
to the right

a soft slope
the blurred vision
of my eyelashless self sees

the bending
and winding twists
of tree limb and trunk

branches of bright yellow
Sugar Maple in its cycle of death to rebirth
—the Fall

soft green Juniper in the foreground;
Dwarf White Pine and Japanese Laurel
roll down to a flaming Elm

and the passing cars that hide
behind an Austrian Pine
on the street below

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AshiAkira – Haiku Poems


I will be taking a short break from here. I need to recharge. It’s been great reading everyone’s comments and the support I’ve gotten from your “Likes”. I want to continue making daily posts and will try to produce them for an extended period when I’m back. Hopefully, I’ll come up with some new material, but if not, I’ve got a few years worth of work up my sleeve.

In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying my new teapot and a book of Haiku Poems by my friend AshiAkira, who lives in Japan. At 70 years old, he continues to write in the true Haiku style. Because he has written them in English, his second language, he insists they are not pure Haiku, but Haiku Poems. Hence the title of the book. In my opinion they are as insightful as any Haiku I’ve yet to read.



Read this book. It is true Haiku (unlike my cultural appropriation of the form). In the original English written by the Japanese master himself—no translation necessary.

Haiku Poems by AshiAkira @ Amazon

also Follow his blog at: AshiAkira @ WordPress.com

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I’ve updated my About page and my concept as a Poet & Writer. Take a look.

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A Moment in Satori

snow and the city by duophonix


standing on the corner of Lincoln Avenue
near the rush hour train station

watching pedestrians
on a winter’s afternoon
the gossamer of snowflakes
creates a vignette

big rubber tired taxis
round the curb
let off passengers

rush into the drugstore
for newspapers
cigars

throw candy wrappers
on the sidewalk
in the swirling snow

… a moment in satori

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