This is haiku by somebody who knows what he is doing
after the weight
of a hiker’s boot
the tormentil springs back
This is more like a tanka, which is an older form than haiku,
by somebody who doesn’t know what she is doing!
home
everywhere and nowhere
here and gone
Oh my aching bones
Thought I’d share anyway.
The merit of this post is offered to a man who took his life yesterday and for his parents. _/\_
Sending love and merit for the man and his family _/\_
Thank you for your recent postings.
As for poems, here is one that resonates deeply with me. It is by Angelus Silesius:
The rose is without why,
It blooms simply because it blooms.
It pays no attention to itself,
Nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.
Sending you much love and warm wishes,
Thanks, Kathleen as always I am so glad to know you are there on the other side of the world.
So many times I didn’t know what I was doing. And,
The surprise of gratitude from someone who thought I did.
Thank you for the gracious nature of your post.
In gassho,
Helmut
Thanks Helmut. I for one have not doubted you.
Deepest bows _/\_
And deep bows to you Allie.