Unwritten Sacred Secrets: IMprov Haiku

There’s secrets I’ll write

of willingly, and some too

sacred to reveal.

Jonah and Me, Fearing and Silent

Now I understand

How Jonah, pre-whale, felt: Told

to say, yet fearing.

This gorgeous Fall morn

I, at breakfast, stared at my

phone*, not life. Why? Fail!

OR
*screen

I sewed my ripped jeans./
Not the best patch job, but my/
underwear won’t show.

Meteor Watching,

I just saw clouds, Orion.

That’s more than enough.

When a farmer
tells you “No”,
accept what they say.

Don’t give reasons why,
or why not,
or why they should,
or should not.

Don’t make excuses.
Just listen
and learn.
(Especially if
it’s the farmer’s land.)

If I sit and think,

is that working, even if /

it’s fun? I think so.

When you think someone

Was fine as they were, but they

Want to change? High Nerves.

Why criticize how

others worship? They’re trying

and I’m imperfect.

Health aperitif:

San Pellegrino plus fresh

Elderberry juice!