Harold Jokela

Two waves disappear
In a storm. Appear again
From a silent sea.

Spiritual being
Made into social being.
To feel limited.

Hunger for magic
Sated with an opiate
Until tomorrow.

Following others
Who knows their destination
Asleep on the wheel.

Society says
No nudity here. Wear your

Man's like a spider
Making his webbing inside.
His heaven. His hell.

Waves rise from the sea
Names arise from the nameless
And Return formless.

Harold Jokela (1929-2011) spent 45 years as a teacher and high school principal. This is the first of his contributions to TransFinite. I probably have another few of his haiku. Mr. Jokela has lots of stories about his several years in China teaching English to high school students there.