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Waking at dawn–yawn but the blackbird calls, “Your late! Come, the day awaits.”
I bow deeply in gasho, giving heartfelt thanks for these 8 days. I have long loved haiku as an expression of this moment now, though my practiceof it has been sporadic. In these eight days sitting quietly each morning, I have reconnected with what a powerful tool in my gratitude practice it is. I will continue. Writing one or two haikus in the morning, awakened me to the wonder of each day, joy and awareness accompanied the whole day throuh, even on the most hectic ones. Your prompts and...
I bow deeply in gasho, giving heartfelt thanks for these 8 days. I have long loved haiku as an expression of this moment now, though my practiceof it has been sporadic. In these eight days sitting quietly each morning, I have reconnected with what a powerful tool in my gratitude practice it is. I will continue. Writing one or two haikus in the morning, awakened me to the wonder of each day, joy and awareness accompanied the whole day throuh, even on the most hectic ones. Your prompts and brief discussions, along with the beautiful. haiku from Brother David were amazing gifts. I look forward to the eBook.
flashes of gold, flashes of red one cherry blossom floats sunshine warms my back–at pond’s edge
he sings a plaintive song one note long–this toad seeking love in my pond
Black, black as night Soft, soft as silk A lap full of poodle–gently snoring
Shards of color litter the walk– one pansy stands alone the hail forgotten in the rainbow
The peach tree hums quietly As the bees go about their daily chores
Following the scent an amethyst treasure–here the grass yielding to violets
The boney lace of winter trees this morning soft– the first breath of green
Ice veins the pond snow dusts the leaves yet this red rose unfolds to life!
Last winter a few days before Christmas I looked out into our garden and saw a miniature rose with three buds showing color! It had snowed lightly the night before, and for weeks everything in the garden had gone into winter slumber. On Christmas Eve the temperatures were predicted to plummet, so I brought the blossoms inside where they graced our Christmas table.
Light spring rain dapples my glasses Clouds part Rainbows fill my eyes.
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