Being - tanka

the trees sing

the birds are in song all day

the night silence sings

all of creation brimming

with the ecstasy of Being

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The wounded heart - tanka

I do not know when

you impaled yourself in me

daring, unflinching

the wound has been bleeding 

nothing but exquisite joy

~~~

Bee song - haiku

the flowers wait

as lovers do, for bee buzz

somewhere, rain falls

I pluck beans
a gift to me from the bees
more precious than gold

who would have thought

my heart would burst open

with bee hum?

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Just silence

a silence

sits on the moving river

call it a poem

or the spirit

from which all things rise

I just gaze until

it erases me

and then there is just silence

looking at itself

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