Zappai of the Day

Yearning for freedom,

I struggle against censors

that muzzles my voice.

Zappai of the Day

Adrift and afar,

I wander off without aim

'till my path opens.

Zappai of the Day

Oh, so close to her,

I hear my hearbeat racing -

butterflies abound!

Spontaneous Zappai

Alone, looking out,

I gazed into the darkness;

back to sleep I went.

Zappai of the Day

A strong desire swells

to forge paths yet to be known.

Dawn's light shines brightly.

Spontaneous Zappai

The most vibrant love

hails from the Self, not beyond.

Without found reason

Zappai of the Day

Guanyin

Gentle mercy from

the one who hears all our cries.

Compassion blossoms

More Zappai Haiku

Learning at late hours,

my mind races with knowledge

and now longs for sleep.

Pushing myself on

Pursuing creative ends -

Purging suffered thoughts

Haiku Heights #319

Useless

Throw out the useless

and ignore all futile thoughts.

Worthless weight is lost.

In response to the prompt Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #318

Sharp

Now draped in fine threads,

I jaunt down paths with purpose

whilst others wander.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #317

Grimace

Pain within one's self

can lead to a scowled display

seen by everyone.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #316

Clap

The curtain closes

on this living short play.

The crowd applauds

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #315

Expectation

All futures are veiled,

shrouding distant horizons.

Uncertainty looms

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #314

Gifts

Around the yule log, 

the best of gifts passed around

come without ribbons.

In response to this Christmas prompt by Haiku Heights

Merry Christmas!

Haiku Heights Prompt #313

Dew

As the sun awakes,

the grass gives birth to water

that dry before long.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #312

Rivulet

All down the mountain

flows babbling brooks abound,

cascading down falls.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #309

Blood

Red is spilled through hate.

This crimson hue looks so different.

Yet, the color is the same.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #308

Seven

Oh, what joy of sin!

To indulge without remorse

cleanses away guilt.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #307

Grass

Wisping drifts of smoke

surround the stoic people.

Small truths become known.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #306

Rummage

Shifting through the mess

of our cluttered thoughts and fears

can unveil insight.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #305

Grey

A warm cup of tea

is enjoyed by kings, earls, and

poor people alike.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #304

Clouds

Carefree masses drift

but grief and wrath consume them.

Tears and Roars follow.

In response to the first prompt of October by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #303

Crooked

Through deceit and death,

one's view of the world can bend

either to or fro.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #302

Mother

The holder of life

and keeper of those yet born - 

Wardens of male kin.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #301

Pillow

A lover's embrace

in the form of soft fabric

that nestles the head.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights Prompt #300

Gold

The allure of wealth

feeds the hungry avarice 

with delicious greed.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #299

Salt

Grin and bear our pain

as more is poured inside us.

A grim reminder

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #298

Den

Amongst hungry wolves,

I traverse dark, low nighclubs

past ravenous eyes.

In response to the prompt Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #297

Strive

Pushing one's own self

to heights thought to be too far

gives meaning to life.

In response to the prompt by Haiku Heights

Haiku Heights #296

Clue

Murder, schemes, and plot

Many guess but few will know

The true face of death

In response to the prompt Haiku Heights