Enlighten us with a spiritual haiku.

Tarot cards and beads
Crosses, stars, holy water
All hopeless nonsense

What’s spiritual?
When it’s 98 outside,
Air-conditioning!

I hear a bird singing
the song spirals toward heaven
and falls on my ear.

There is hope in here
In asking and receiving.
Jellies give us hope.

Amen, brother @thorninmud

On snow, snow falling,
In this silence -
I am.

Taneda Santōka (1882 – 1940)

Heed the poet’s words
In heartache can be beauty
Rumi gives us hope

School is almost done
I will leave behind this scum
Then I will be glad

Tonight, the Full Moon
Dance, drink, copulate and praise!
Receive Satan’s boon!

The humming pot
of once boiling soup
sits cool and still

Jellies fluther by
Floating words in question marks
Sharks wondering why

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don’t make sense
Refrigerator

@dverhey I love that!

I am your Santa
Just keep following the bunch.
Dominic is cool.

This was a surreal haiku my friend’s younger brother texted me late at night while in a half-awake/half-asleep state. He didn’t remember coming up with it at all. Might not be spiritual, but it perplexed me quite a bit. How can someone not remember writing a haiku, especially one that’s semi-coherent? It even has the exact right amount of syllables…

Ooh mountain you are so big
The wind doth blow around the nether regions
I feel compelled to go ride a pig
Pork chops anyone?

dancing wildly
oscillating through the air
dog hair on my shirt

This wart on my hand
Can’t seem to decide whether
It’s me or not me.