don’t hit the fly—
he prays with his hands
and with his feet
Issa Kobayashi
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We open the velux roof-light
So that the fly might escape
He has been trapped
In our warm writing space
Since who knows when
The writing room
Is also the meditation room
Where we compassionately convert
Anxiety and frustration
Into pace and harmony
The same room is also an adults playroom
Where clay is moulded by hands
Where feet tap to the music
Where once there was a stable
And now life itself is born
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
