how easily it glows
how easily it dims
the firefly…
Chine-Jo
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Beside the fire
A memory is made
Making the fire
A foundation of life is laid
Now the book of solitude
Now the contemplation
On which we might meditate
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
how easily it glows
how easily it dims
the firefly…
Chine-Jo
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Beside the fire
A memory is made
Making the fire
A foundation of life is laid
Now the book of solitude
Now the contemplation
On which we might meditate
after the dancing—
the wind in the pines
and the insect’s cries
Sogetsu Ni
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Yes, I say to play
To become playful
Yet, I know, that to play
Does not come so easy
No, to play
Takes a considerable effort
And as for dancing
Well, I don’t remember the last time
Except there was that charity affair
Down London Road
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
the spirit, the truth
of silent prayer—
just the moon on the road
Kikusha-Ni
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And so your answer
Is also my answer
Your opening gambit
Is also my first question
Yet it is I
Who am by the harbour
With sailing boats
Ready for salt water
My coffee is black
And seriously strong
My cigarette’s tobacco
Is probably from Virginia
Although it is pervaded
In a gold packet
Bearing the name. of the man
Who founded New York
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan
the piercing cold—
in our bedroom, stepping
on my dead wife’s comb
Busan Yosa
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Your words
Took away my words
Your emotions
Trampled all over mine
Such that
All there being left
Was the gold dust
Of wherewithal
haiku mind
108 poems to
cultivate awareness
& open your heart
is by Patricia Donegan