not seeing
the room is white
until that red apple
Anita Virgil
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I did not see the monk on fire
But I did see the stone in the kitchen
What was lost slowly returned
Locked away, perhaps
As a protective gesture
For not to see clearly
Could be more trouble
Than not to see at all
Yet, eventually
The full truth
I what will likely
Bring salvation
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
