It’s Haiku Friday. For the past 20+ years I’ve written one haiku every day. They’re not always good haiku, although some of them are excellent. (Check out my 7-book haiku series called The Haiku Book of Days.) A few years ago I added another daily practice, which I call the “daily draw.” I create some kind of image, and many times that image owes its inspiration to my daily haiku. I’m calling them “illustrated haiku” and someday the haiku and its illustration may blossom into a new haiku book. In the meantime, I’ll share a few of them here on the blog. Here’s today’s offering. Enjoy!
far out and right on
just bury me in tie dye
hippie to the end
Spring Equinox was a few days ago. On Spring Equinox, the nights and days are of equal length. All is in perfect balance. This is the season sacred to childhood; of bunnies and eggs and all things young. There are buds on every tree. Daffodil and tulip stalks are poking out of the ground, and some have begun to bloom. This is the time to celebrate childhood joys and the sense of infinite possibility.
If you are no longer young, you can still celebrate your youth. Probably you have some good memories from way back when. Get together with someone your age and relive your youth by telling your stories.
For instance, maybe you were alive during the late 1960s or early 70s. Maybe you are an ex-hippie, or even an old hippie, one who never exed yourself. Did you wear tie-dye t-shirts and tattered jeans and a peace symbol necklace? Have hair hanging down to the middle of your back (if a girl) or to your shoulders (if a boy)? Fringes on your leather jacket? Did you bliss out to Jefferson Airplane or the Doors? Bend your mind in various ways? Protest and march, or at least talk about doing so?
Ah, youth, so many years ago now. To be a teenager or a young adult during the late 1960s and early 1970s was to be exhilarated and exhausted at the same time. There was a lot going on, and the times they were a changing.
Go ahead, indulge yourself. Listen to Led Zeppelin, Buffalo Springfield, the Stones or the Beatles. Rock on. Think yourself young again, when everything was possible.
Far out and right on, man.