Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
the inner tide—
what moon does it follow?
I wait for a poem
Diane Di Prima
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Wait no more
Visit your brother
Take the drive
Relieve the pressure
I will be ok
Indeed I may thrive
While you do your duty
And I turn to play
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart