Undulating within dark words reaching for dying stars.
Nubian night finds us inventing stories of our beginnings.
Ichor is there for drink, if you want, if you dare.
Venus is just up ahead, a little to the left and on ’til dusk.
Endings exist at the edge of a dark multiverse.
Remember your beginnings so you can live.
Souls don’t find rest, out there.
Ethers breathe the breath of life into entities seeking birth.

© zaji, 2016

a haiku for the night-blooming cereus

Below are pictures I took of a Night-Blooming Cereus my mother has in a giant pot by the pool. All day the buds stay tightly closed, unmoved by the sun. As the sky turns gray, yellow, then red, the bud begins to slowly move, yawning to welcome the night. No sooner than the stars begin to twinkle, the flower is open wide, spread gloriously to present herself to the night sky. The dark rays flower her. Only the dark rays force this flower to smile with regal admiration for the night.


Photo taken by zaji, 2011

A Haiku for the Night-Blooming Cereus (or, Queen of the Night)

The sun leaves the sky

Night rays birth your elegance

Stars dance to your scent


Photo taken by zaji, 2011


Photo taken by zaji, 2011


Photo taken by zaji, 2011