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
my birthday—
yellow dust blows in
from China
Masahisa Fukuda
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No big deal
Even in the dust bowls
Life goes on
Some perish
Some thrive
I am
One such survivor
Who feels love tumble down
From the top of the mountain
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan