Anthony Bourdain: A Eulogy In Haiku

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His death striking me
Suicide’s painful cruelty
What ate his heart so?

I learned a lot from him
Though we weren’t friends, nor had met
But that’s not the point

His show connected with me
I felt a kinship via his journeys
And deeper knowledge

His travels: unique
He went off the beaten path
A road less taken

His show; self-aware
Acknowledging some deceits
Never caught a fish

No angel was he
A comfort with his darkness
Yet not quite enough

Bourdain won Emmys
And also a Peabody
Awards can’t save us

“Everything” he had
All the pieces he held up
Yet he felt despair

His pain surfacing
After great wealth and great fame
Worse than in failure

So many faiths
Preach there’s more to our lives
Than wealth or our fame

There’s an emptiness
In this life we envision
We must be wary

Exploring Passion: Today’s Haiku 

Exploring passion

Seeking to understand me

And what feeds my soul 

One of my mentors challenged me: does my current work fill me with joy, is it what I imagine doing for years to come. I’ve never asked that of myself before. I’ve drifted from job to job. I’ve never had direction or mission in this part of my life. 

I will fix that. It is time. 

Writing is that joy giving thing. Now what? I’m unsure. 

It’s exhilarating and terrifying. 

In this morning dark

My mind’s focus telling me

My heart’s deep values
There are times that I think my priorities are “X”. I’ve learned, though, my mind’s focus when I wake tells me the deepest concerns of my heart. 

What’s interesting is how often it’s not anything I give focus to during my day. Or i would expect to be secondary. 

Sometimes it’s not logical, other times it’s extremely rational. 

Sometimes fear, now, though, it’s not. That’s a blessing.