Haiku from Lost Note

Border land fences
psychic razor barbed lines
cut by crow's talons. <  I found this note while cleaning up my work room. The note read This borderland has fences made of psychic razor wire. So I thought of a black crow sitting on a wire cutting away the wire. Why does the crow not get electrocuted? Well these are the borderland states where some things just are as they are and there is no point in attempting to reason them out. One must just understand them by a little faith. I am influenced right now by Stephen King in his Dark Tower series and by Jung's notes on Dreams. These create a sense of the mysterious borderland .

Do not throw any notes away without putting it into some form so that you can capture the moment. Haiku or some sort of Haiku it does not have to be confined to the static form, but the form helps frame the thought. Especially if the note stirs you in anyway. If the note makes you cringe than please keep this idea. Any idea that has a sort of emotive power has the ability to bring us to some place else.

Haikus: Birds on A Stormy Day

Blue rooster crowed 

the clouds opened upon

the painted white barn.

Rain poodles downward, 

collecting on the filed 

parched by the sun.

Surfin' on the wind 

vultures float on up 

then speed on down.

White Egrets lined

sentries on a parade route, 

spartan and solid.

Hebrews 4:14-5:10 English Standard Version (ESV) 16 Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

He boldly stood before the threshhold repeating to himself the old hymn:



"I will enter his grace with trembling in my heart.
I will enter his grace with praise.
I will rejoice for he has made me glad.
I will enter his gates with praise.
I will rejoice for he has made me glad."


The congregation he had been part of echoed in the chamber of his mind.   He looked into the infinite space and trembled.   The congregation built his courage up.   "He has made me glad... I will enter his gates with praise." He repeated to himself as he was terrified at the emptiness that laid before him past his green spaceship.    He remembered the pastor talking of the "LORD's Shekinah Glory".
  He had gone through the ritual of purification, for he had to be pure to enter the LORD's infinite temple.   His natural self would never be allowed in this space.  But he was ready to commune with the LORD in the infinite space of his temple.  
So he thought, "Have I done enough? Am I ready to enter?  Will I return back home?" But doubt trembled inside... as he took a step into infinite space.

The white out on 1-25 washed away our vision.  It had been a warm December day when my dad and I arrived at Mile High Stadium,  now it was freezing and the snow was coming down.   The snow came down hard and we were forced to pull aside at every exit in order to see through the front car window.   Our headlights were no longer blazing the trail because the snow had blanketed them with a white fury coat.