The power of haiku

I have set upon a journey, such as the old masters did. Not in expanse and realization of spirit, but of inner ponderings and shapely expression. My feet remain on the ground, holding fast, yet I have escaped into vast wilderness though the synaptic highways of yesteryear. Simplicity of my teachers is transformed into being using few words; a giant feat from mankind resolving complexity. I hide under the world umbrella, cradled by occurences validating meandering thought. Bliss finds its home in haiku expression and rests, admiring our turbulant relaxation.