Spiritual Haikus
The dove flies aboveMud of blood and dirty souls
One wing flaps in rings
New foundling now lost
Heart stopped for want to nourish
Too light to consume
Caesura. It comes
Forecasted in men's papers
Truth concealed by ink
Kestrel rises in
Pillars of wind and hovers
near to the divine
You wear impliments
Of torture for messiahs
Death's idolotry
You ask what zen is
Query later, zen is zen
"What is zen?" Too soon
You are lost, find map
Hungry or thirsty, succor
All, seek within self
The jackal headed god
Weighs hearts against lead feathers
Savoring the taste
Kali wears forearms
of the men with no karma
She drips demon blood
