Daily Haiku

Dec 31, 2016

While eating cheese ...

Fire in the sky!
Rest in peace, the strangest year,
the most wonderful.

Death is release
to divine imagination
trying on new form.

Dec 30, 2016

While out running ...

A jog through dark woods.
The white alien faces
were buttocks of deer.

Dec 29, 2016

While out running in the woods ...

Deeper than concepts,
knowledge of what can’t be thought.
Mystical presence.

Word idolatry?
No, knowing by unknowing!
Post-rational mind.

Dec 28, 2016

While trying to do some work ...

Video on repeat.

The swaying mushroom haircuts
in the boy choir.

Again two hours!
I just can’t stop listening!
Handel’s Messiah.

Dec 27, 2016

While returning after christmas ...

Freeway to Turku.
Peeking in from left and right,
the eye of Venus.

Dec 26, 2016

While out walking the cat ...

Yard's frozen over.

The cat sees a house sparrow

and runs on the spot.

Dec 25, 2016

While out running ...

A crack in the ice.

My shadow slips in.

Dec 24, 2016

While walking up the stairs ...

Before entering

I look over my shoulders.

Belt of Orion.

Dec 23, 2016

While standing ...

On the ferry,

full of anticipation.

Litter floating by.

Dec 22, 2016

While out running ...

Winter stars.

My mind as crisp

as ice.

Dec 21, 2016

While out running ...

Heavy clouds.

Nothing's visible, except

contempt for time.

Dec 20, 2016

While watching something ...

Two men arguing,

as if to demonstrate

their insecurity.


Equally zealous,

the book of mythology,

the book of nature.


Literal readings.

These modern minds unable

to move through the depths.

Dec 19, 2016

While out running ...

Free will is not your will

– (digital pacifiers) –

but will that is free.

Dec 19, 2016

While reading ...

Fourth Advent Sunday.
The cat just can’t stop staring
at the Christmas tree.

Dec 17, 2016

While out running ...

Each time, in and out
of the lamppost light cones,
a brand new shadow.

Dec 16, 2016

While out running ...

What looked like a branch
was a whole new tree growing
out an old knothole.

Dec 15, 2016

While waking up ...

Dreamt I lost my tongue
and then the lock of my door.
The symbolism!

Dec 14, 2016

While buying aspirin ...

Their mumbling voices,
canaries in the coal mine,

Dec 13, 2016

While sitting ...

At this certain place –

synesthesia madness.

Neon pink spine pop!

Dec 12, 2016

While looking out the window ...

Moment by moment,

another world, almost full,

in and out of clouds.

Dec 11, 2016

While listening ...

Between loud neighbours.
One plays this and one plays that.
Ah, Contrapunctus!

Dec 10, 2016

While capturing an entire day in a series of pseudo-haikus ...



In silent bedrooms,

all through the staring darkness

the walls remained still.


Atman falls asleep.

Again, rising out of bed,

this dream character.


The bathroom mirror.

The perceiver reflected

as visual echo.


Freed from thought patterns,

the Now is the rabbit hole

to eternity.





Sacred ritual —

the same ten kilometers,

rewinding each day.


Still more christmas lights,

inversely proportional

to the light within.


We can’t give it up.

The means of death are too sweet,

subtracting our worlds ...


Since we took our bite.

Our little relative views

of the absolute.


Love is nothing, but

the art of leaving no footprints.

None what so ever!


Flipping through channels.

Greeted by an assault

of pointless distractions.


Evangelicals …

Again the cult of Mammon

on christian TV.


Correct translation:

I Am IS the way, the truth

and the life!




Waxing moon soaring

over city folks living

sarcophagus lives.


Blinded by concepts,

trapped in language – sense organs

of the infinite.


Behold the cosmos

peering into the cosmos

from a billion points.


The sun is hidden ...

Like our consciousness, the moon

is reflected light.

Dec 09, 2016

While recalling some kind of dream dialogue ...

Does the tree make plans
how to grow optimally?
Get out of your way!

Dec 08, 2016

While realizing nobody has been staring at me for a while ...

Searching for the cat.
Deep inside the sock drawer:
Two glowing circles.

Dec 07, 2016

While listening to the radio for five seconds ...

Copied jigsaw piece.
Fear of being different
keeps us separate.

Dec 06, 2016

While out running ...

The unknown soldier –
shrine of Agnostos Theos.
Independence day.

Dec 05, 2016

While chopping jalapenos ...

Good riddance, I say.
Quiet days of forgetting
the sound of my voice.

Dec 04, 2016

While sitting ...

Another still day.

Somewhere behind the snowfall

– the sound of a flute.

Dec 03, 2016

While out running ...

What about spirit?

The drone of computer fans

in future prisons.

Dec 02, 2016

While sitting ...

Do not trust anyone's,
last of all your own.

Dec 01, 2016

While out running, catching a glimpse of the inside of a bus ...

Screens with pixels …
So easily forgotten,
their inner landscapes.

Nov 30, 2016

While thinking "This is what's wrong with me" ...

I run two hours,

still too lazy to remove

the stone in my shoe.

Nov 29, 2016

While walking home ...

Two kids on their backs
facing the monochrome sky,
grasping their toy guns.

Nov 28, 2016

While getting out of bed ...

As fine as a hair –
white arc in dawn glowing sky.
Day before new moon.

Nov 27, 2016

While trowing away some advertisement catalogues ...

Still these whitewashed tombs ...
Homes for exquisite candles
not supposed to burn.

Nov 26, 2016

While getting up ...

Not recalling the dream,
until I button my shirt.
It was a wedding.

Nov 25, 2016

While getting up ...

Oh, restless dreamscapes.

Dawn reveals a plastic bag

caught in the birch tree.

Nov 24, 2016

While going to bed ...

The end of the day.

I close my eyes and open them

in another place.

Nov 23, 2016

While trying to do some work ...

Fever stealing thoughts.
In the sound of leaf blowers
I stare at the wall.

Nov 22, 2016

While listening to Händel ...

This is it - welcome,
each moment your heart’s present:
eternal snapshot.

Nov 21, 2016

While going to bed ...

Been drowsy all day
in a cozy kinda way,
grazing dream pastures.

Nov 20, 2016

While removing the shoes ...

Left with her,
coming back alone.
The cat’s eyes.

Nov 19, 2016

While watching TV ...

The lack of meaning
resulting in obsession
with speed and volume.

Nov 18, 2016

While looking in the mirror ...

So this is ageing:
The hair you lose on your head
grows out of your nose.

Nov 17, 2016

While doing nothing ...

The mind is a bridge

from the past to the future,

over here and now.

Nov 16, 2016

While doing some chores ...

Quiet day opening cracks in the bodymind.

Nov 16, 2016

While writing ...

Snow turned into rain.
The cat faces the window
with her eyelids shut.

Nov 14, 2016

While looking through the window ...

Clouds parting, a chance
to catch a last second glimpse.
Supermoon rising.

Nov 13, 2016

While reading through this page ...

Oh, the cheesiness ...

Refrigerator magnets –

you want to order?

Nov 12, 2016

While sitting ...

Fluctuating in
and out of a state recalled
from childhood fevers:

vastness and tininess –
fingertip planets.

Nov 11, 2016

While doing nothing ...

Still searching for those
whose illusions match your own?
The restless escape.

Nov 10, 2016

While sitting ...

Cool traces of breath
against the soles of my feet.
A neighbour sneezes.

Nov 09, 2016

While doing the dishes ...

Rinsing some forks, while
cat’s eating shrimp with her paws.
You want cutlery?

Nov 08, 2016

While waking up, looking out the window ...

Oh, compensating
for being slack the last years?
So am I, winter.

Nov 07, 2016

While out running ...

Four days in a row,
at the squirrel feeding place
– scent of cinnamon.

Nov 06, 2016

While recalling fragments of a dream ...

On top of the hill,

digging up the fox's grave.

The corpse starts to breathe.


A birth in the earth.

Crawling out of his tomb,

the Black Mother's womb.


See Terra Mater!

The matter is the mother

and it all shall breathe!

Nov 05, 2016

While out running ...

One tree still with leaves,

suddenly taking off

as a flock of birds.

Nov 04, 2016

While out running ...

Footprints in new snow,

the old route leading back home.

Pale boomerang moon.

Nov 03, 2016

While doing the dishes, looking out the window ...

The empty playground.
Sure that no one is watching,
snow glides down the slide.

Nov 02, 2016

While out running (some kind of pseudo-monoku)...

The edge of consciousness – monastic confinement.

Nov 01, 2016

While sitting ...

Ego potentials
– Legion, we are many –
aware of them, You.

Oct 31, 2016

While walking home ...

Oh, the stars are out ...

Fixating on one until

I see it's moving!

Oct 30, 2016

While out walking the cat ...

Mohawk on her back.

The cat's tail gets enormous,

following some scent.

Oct 29, 2016

While staring at a screen ...

Sense of being watched …

I look over my shoulder

to see a spider!

Oct 28, 2016

While going through some old sketches ...

The act of drawing

shaped the white of the paper.

This world – the contours.

Oct 27, 2016

While sitting with the cat, looking out the window ...

Fermented berries.
It’s the season of waxwings
flying around drunk.

Oct 26, 2016

While being quiet ...

Autumn seclusion.
The constant hiss of traffic,
the city breathing.

Oct 25, 2016

While looking at old photos from a trip ...

The River Jordan,

where the endless stream of tears

flows to the Dead Sea.

Total surrender,

as the peace of death in life,

she floats on her back.

Oct 24, 2016

While out running ...

Fractal reflections –
the mushroom mycelium,
the naked tree crowns.

Facing Cerberus –
aware that I'm dreaming
on so many planes.

Oct 23, 2016

While lying awake ...

It was a still day.

In the middle of the night

I hear the cat sigh.

Oct 22, 2016

While making food ...

Cutting onions

I look out at the moon.

A flock of jackdaws ...

Oct 21, 2016

While out running ...

There’s been a murder!
Nothing left but a pair
of bloody wings.

Oct 20, 2016

While out running ...

Walking out the door –

rhomb shaped hole in the curtains

reveals a cat head.

Oct 19, 2016

While watching TV ...

Archetypal wounds.

This age of Dionysus

– poison antidote?

Oct 18, 2016

While lying awake ...

The silence of Now.

Love and Death is a corner

you can't look around.

Oct 17, 2016

While drawing ...

Oops, I must have dipped
my ink brush in my coffee.
Pretty umber lines!

Oct 16, 2016

While sitting still ...

I had an idea!
Now I can't close my eyes hard
enough to recall.

Oct 15, 2016

While out walking ...

Pretending to be

stuck in a revolving door.

You'll fit right in, boy!

Oct 14, 2016

While going to bed ...

Through the centuries,

rising above that hill,

this evening's moon.

Oct 13, 2016

While going to bed ...

Infinite hunger.
Nothing can satisfy it
but infinity.

Oh, blinding light!

When? When?

Oct 12, 2016

While out running ...

The running track lights –

even my shadow

has a shadow.

Oct 11, 2016

While sitting ...

An open window.
As I become less and less,
the world becomes more.

Oct 10, 2016

While sitting ...

Finding a spot
where the shovel goes “clonk”.

Oct 09, 2016

While walking home ...

Model of a world
containing the very head
that holds the model.

Oh, holy laughter!
You are not inside the world,
the world’s inside you!

Oct 08, 2016

While boiling water ...

Saturday morning.
Hanging on a balcony
– a bright red dress.

Oct 06, 2016

While sitting ...

In meditation

– suddenly – the texture of ...

chocolate crisp cookies!

Oct 05, 2016

While taking a break ...

Somali coffee
and Persian sufi music.
The clear northern sky.

Oct 04, 2016

While going to bed ...

The sound of a plane ...

The cat raises her huge eyes

towards the ceiling.

Oct 03, 2016

While out walking (monoku) ...

An apple falls; my mind returns to the wind.

Oct 02, 2016

While out running ...

In the hidden glade:
Blackbirds digging for something
in the maple leaves.

Oct 01, 2016

While sitting ...

Closing my eyes,
she retires to her cat house.
Amplified purring.

Sep 30, 2016

While going to bed ...

All day and all night,

sentences with strange grammar.

Wind through the windows.

Sep 29, 2016

While sitting ...

The complete silence

while observing my mind.

Caught between stories.

Sep 28, 2016

While waking up ...

Seeing the new moon –
a hole in the sky at dawn
– I am beyond form.

Sep 27, 2016

While looking out the window ...

Autumn sky.

A lone paper bag


Sep 26, 2016

While walking home ...

Teens in their darkness,

the girl leading the blind man.

Oh, I love this town.

Sep 25, 2016

While half asleep, half awake ...

A thousand ideas

shipwrecked in the night, scattered

through liquid spacetime.

Sep 24, 2016

While making varnish ...

Beethoven's second.

Losing my interest

during the scherzo.

Sep 23, 2016

While finding old stuff ...

Thinking this is it!

– we never learn, do we?

Eighties magazine …

Sep 22, 2016

While eating something with a horrible amount of cheese ...

The neighbour singing.
All of my imagined I’s
almost touching.

Sep 21, 2016

While standing in line ...

Queuing for new keys,

all neighbours finally must meet.

The awkward silence.

Sep 20, 2016

While going to bed ...

Coming: The season
when nothing but moonlight sits
the balcony chairs.

Sep 19, 2016

While painting ...

September morning.
Repainting the background
just the way it was.

Sep 18, 2016

While out running ...

September evening.
A flock of starlings
turning inside out.

Sep 17, 2016

While picking mushrooms ...

The dream of justice,

the illusion of many.

Funnel chanterelles.

Sep 16, 2016

While sitting ...

Hidden house – sometimes

you can hear your own footsteps

from the floor above.

Sep 15, 2016

While remembering (double haiku) ...


looking around in nature

I saw lousy art.


Perfectly trimmed hedge.

Trying not to fall into

a gnostic worldview.

Sep 14, 2016

While out running ...

Running past the house

where I wrote that cheap novel.

I'm laughing out loud!

Sep 13, 2016

While ...


Sep 12, 2016

While out running ...

I'm completely lost,
running through darkening woods.
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!

Sep 11, 2016

While preaching to myself ...

In everything, see

what's too beautiful to die.

Trust it like a child.

Sep 10, 2016

While out running ...

To the bush cricket
at the same spot every day:
Your jump’s not scary …

Sep 09, 2016

While being zombified ...

Sitting by this screen ...
My ancestors trance dancing
in a distant night.

Sep 08, 2016

While out running ...

Looking down and up:
The restless tracks of insects,
the contrails of planes.

Sep 07, 2016

While sitting ...

Between the tree trunks

of an internal forest –

tightening of bows.

Sep 06, 2016

While entertaining the cat ...

Throwing cat candy
all around the apartment.
Dead bird on the lawn.

Sep 05, 2016

While sitting ...

The sudden silence outside
revealing dream sounds.

Sep 04, 2016

While watching TV ...

Yearning was the bridge

for love between the realms.

The smoke of incense.

Sep 03, 2016

While remaining silent ...

He's filling his glass

all the way up to the brim.

Oh, surface tension!

Sep 02, 2016

While sitting on the balcony ...

The sound of insects –

countless songs in the twilight,

calling out each star.

Sep 01, 2016

While out running ...

Not thunder, but wings.

Five skeins of geese taking off,

merging into one.

Aug 31, 2016

While watching TV ...

Old christmas photo:

Happy human family

posing with the ham.

Aug 30, 2016

While sitting by the window ...

Oh, Turku in dusk ...

Your blinking horizon lights

becoming my pulse.

Aug 29, 2016

While sitting in a waiting room ...

Another person
without his nose in a screen!
I am almost scared!

Aug 28, 2016

While lying awake ...

Waning moon.
Three beating hearts
in the bedroom gloom.

Aug 27, 2016

While sitting on the balcony ...

Autumn winds, my mind.
What will become of this frog
in a dried up well?

Aug 26, 2016

While standing in line ...

Old, drunken woman

wearing a perfume just like

the girls of my teens.

Aug 25, 2016

While sitting down ...

To prevent drifting

I throw anchor in the deep.

Something receives it ...

Aug 24, 2016

While pouring water ...

The tap waters hits
a lone tea spoon in the sink.
Now the floor’s all wet.

Aug 23, 2016

While waiting for the phone to ring ...

Moss. There is something
unbearably beautiful
unfolding everywhere.

Aug 22, 2016

While eating ...

Listening with the cat.
A classically trained voice
the new neighbour has.

Aug 21, 2016

While performing ...

All the relative

floating on the deep ocean

of the absolute.

Aug 20, 2016

While refusing to write ...

Transmutation through

preserving inspiration.

Is it alchemy?

Aug 19, 2016

While out running ...

Why did I stop here?

Turning inwards – thought patterns

looking like those roofs.

Aug 18, 2016

While observing instinctive hypocrisy in myself, coming up with some kind of pseudo-tanka ...

Using art for
political agendas ...
Don’t shit where we eat.
There has to be something sacred left
after wars in the name of God.

Aug 17, 2016

While out running ...

Hirvensalo Bridge.

I see a rainbow ending

at her place of work.

Aug 16, 2016

While getting up, sitting down, staring at something blank ...

What is the future

but a great journey into


Aug 15, 2016

While out running ...

What kind of nightmares

made the kid point at me scared,

the dad look away?

Aug 14, 2016

While out running ...

After the rain

I zigzag between the snails,

stepping in dog shit.

Aug 13, 2016

While sitting ...

Sweet, lonely silence ...

If I adhered to dogma

I would be a monk!

Aug 12, 2016

While standing on the balcony ...

These northern summers ...

I had even forgotten

what stars look like!

Aug 11, 2016

While painting ...

"Can you hear?” she says.
“Someone is singing outside
and it’s not a bird!"

Aug 10, 2016

While out running ...

Earphones forbidden.

A new route through an old town,

baptized by rain.

Aug 09, 2016

While sitting ...

Merging into one –

the leaves rustling in the wind,

the itch on my chin.

Aug 08, 2016

While sitting on the balcony, putting away a book ...

Watching the cat sleep.

A stream of haikus flows by

until I'm silence.

Aug 07, 2016

While waking up ...

Before revelations
everything seems distorted —
the old falling apart.

Aug 06, 2016

While eating wedding cake ...

Night, all eyes are closed,
yet each lover is awake,
in hiding with you.

Aug 05, 2016

While out running ...

Eight kilometers

– my feet hitting nothing

but probability.

Aug 04, 2016

While waking up, composing a double haiku about a dream ...

Why are they bombing

the river, of all places?

Splashes reach the clouds!

Opening my eyes

to new patterns on the ceiling

– light through the curtains.

Aug 03, 2016

While out running ...

An allegory?

Kids shouting invented words

to a dead end wall.

Aug 02, 2016

While getting up ...

Yesterday's objects.

The random composition

on the couch table.

Aug 01, 2016

While out running ...

Suddenly leaves fall.

I guess there's some nostalgia

for what was before.

Jul 31, 2016

While out running ...

July evening sun –
silent people's aimless paths
to some kind of home.

Jul 30, 2016

While remembering ....

Bitterness passing

for reason – jargon

for philosophy.

A consciousness stuck

in the myths of a dying


Jul 29, 2016

While out running ...

The lake has no will

to receive the reflections

of clouds without minds.

Jul 28, 2016

While looking out the window ...

Football on the lawn.

Arms of a tree stretching down,

soon to pick it up.

Jul 27, 2016

While out running ...

Each living being's

a bit of remembrance ...

Damn fly in my eye!

Jul 26, 2016

While sitting ...

Passing memories
– butterfly wings on the edge
of my heart.

Jul 25, 2016

While on a stroll to town ...

I give all my change
to a french tourist in need,
yet his clothes were whole ...

Jul 24, 2016

While coming home ...

Weeks away from town,
she runs to the balcony
to find her grass dead.

Jul 23, 2016

While cleaning up ...

Doing the dishes.

Ah, the ecstasy hidden

in every moment!

Jul 22, 2016

While out running ...

Considerate crow ...

stepping off into the ditch

as I run the road.

Jul 21, 2016

While out running ...

Melting in the sun –

dropping the subject-object


Jul 20, 2016

While doing nothing, early in the morning ...

Glittering sunlight.

The vanity of even

picking up a book.

Ten thousand reasons

why art should be forbidden.

All of them are good.

The random light play

on the kitchen table speaks

silence – the first tongue.

Jul 19, 2016

While waking up ...

The Shape of You.

Phantom limbs

we are.

Jul 18, 2016

While sitting on the toilet ...

Dreamt I was in jail

and could not figure out why.

Now – awake – I know.

Jul 17, 2016

While being curious ...

Opening old door …

I shout as the cat feasts on

flies from the nineties!