There is something distinctly clean and clear about this kind of poetry – Haiku. These are reflections of our time together as a sangha last week. Thank you so much to all who came along and walked. We walked and we walked and made it back to our starting point. Three dogs included.

Thursday:
august moorland
conversations interrupted
by mud

Friday:
forty toes
dipped in the brook
all kinds of sounds

in gassho,
Fred

I’m quite busy at the moment and for the next few days as well. As is my custom at such times I will endeavor to post some short poems (not original ones like the haiku from Fred) along with a photograph from my library. That should satisfy my wish and intention to keep posting. Field of Merit, the project and website, are calling for my attention as well as other things. All good stuff.