Haiku # 466

In the muddy puddle
the white reflection
of the slender spring moon


الشمعة المحترقة
بشراهة تأكل
وجه الظلام


Birds of passage…
over the withered field
the silence of the fog


2 thoughts on “Haiku # 466

    1. Yes I will, that is who I am. I am growing less foreign to myself in that identity, wearing the skin, wearing the effulgence of that light as it finds its way through me, out of me, like a lover’s moan wet with the dew of dawn. I love who I am, and I sing the praise of this becoming, of this decadent earth that enables flowers so white to bloom and thoughts to pure to gain root and flourish. Skyward, whiteward, always that way my sweet friend.

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