Karmic Haiku from HMJ

Shine on precious you.
We're stars in this together;
keep me looking up.

For every action
there's corresponding karma,
no opposition.

The luck in love---life---
is nine tenths preparation;
mind your peace and cues.

Forever's ahead,
"can't explain, feein' good now..."
Prowl on, young tiger.

Miles off Savannah,
a flash from Tybee lighthouse
mists my blue steel eyes.

Three anchors well set,
Beaufort scale notwithstanding,
rogue winds wail, waves roll...

Writing---rewriting,
dicipline perfects skill---art,
then, let go, let God.

A large church choir,
with power Hallelujia,
sings, eyes shining bright.

Oh, for India's
nirvanah, just above old
tiger's monsoon eyes.

Tank-guy stirred the world,
defying hostile soldiers.
Is he dead, alive?

Autumn leaves morph me.
I sigh, better get busy.
Bursting hot colors!

By touch, smiles, kind deeds,
prayer, passing thought, hopes and dreams:
hearts of wisdom heal.

Surf the sunami;
face fear dead-on when it comes;
breathe, remember, deep.

I win, place and show
before my carcass rests in
the glue factory.

c.2006, H.M.J.