I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.

He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes

lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves

end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!