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
shaking
the packet of seeds
asking, are you still alive?
Kiyoko Tokotumi
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Hope
Carry me
Ladle yourself
Into my pocket
Be there
When I scatter my thoughts
To the four winds
Trust in me
To believe
In the land
On which I stand
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan