no flower can stay
yet humans grieve at dying
the red peony
Edith Shiffert
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The first blossom
Was filled with purpose
A means of survival
For the following generations
Yes, grieve at my dying
But grieve with joy
For my descendants
And your descendants
I am thankful for the flowers
The peonies, the freesias, the lilacs
Whose immense intense aromas
Convince me of life’s beauty
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
the warbler poops
on the slender
plum branch
Onitsura Uejima
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Heaven in a wild flower
And laughter
From the droppings of a bird
In all seriousness
I would like to be less serious
Even smile
When it is my car roof
Which needs washing
Yes, smile
And do not worry
About cutting down
The overhanging branches
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
a heavy cart
rumbles by-
peonies tremble
Buson Yosa
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From the painting
Murder of crows at dawn
Am I given to believe that the thieves on this earth
And the solar systems beyond are interrelated
I remember the rockets fearsome take-off
I watched, in real-time, the moon landing
I tremble with those peonies
That such a thing is possible
Yet I am more than happy
To depend and co-depend
My cart is not so heavy
When laden with my brothers and sisters
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
this spring in my hut
there is nothing
there is everything
Sodo Yamaguchi
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White on white
Simplicity came to me
Embossed and embellished
Today the spring’s sun
Lightens my windows
Today the springs breeze
Asks me to go outside
We are in difficult times
Yes, there is nothing
But also there is everything
Hopes that eventually
New ways will begin
When months of compassion
Will bring their own rewards
Light upon light
Simplicity came to me
Refreshed and refurbished
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
this world of dew
is yes, a world of dew
and yet…
Issa Kobayashi
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What might have been
Without the loss
Without the grief
Without those years of life
My nephews
Dying at four years old
Playing in a house
Where no one expected…
Some recovered
Some didn’t and maybe never will
Even with the help of the rosary beads
And the early morning service
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan