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Haiku


Just sitting, 
Breathe in, breathe out, 
Breathe in, breathe out. 

 Blossom falls, 
How picturesque!
Settling on the deck.

Knotted trees
With faces 
Of wise men.

 The birds that wake before me
Call me gently
Toward the day.

 Dwelling in the space 
Where thoughts arise,
Untouched by night or day.

 Luminous!
Moss covered bark.
How strangely beautiful.
Snow falls. 
Or is it rain?
Still, my heart melts. 

 What joy! 
Muddied like a child. 
Carefree. 

 The wind is known
By the swaying 
Of the trees. 

 Rain falls, 
Puddles gather, 
And so reflect their source. 

 Shhh, can you hear it? 
Listen carefully, 
Tumbleweed.


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