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A stone will be born
from utter fragility
- peach blossom
Pure white lotuses
on the lake of remoteness
- clouds are cool inside
Snow flakes falling, flake by flake
Each flake falls
in its proper place.
-Zen haiku
What is the heart of this old monk like?
A gentle wind
Beneath the vast sky.-Ryokan
A revelation!
the bush's hidden heart -
sudden headlights.
Though quick to wither,
you exude Eternity -
gardenia bloom.
Over the mown oval,
vacant in the midday haze,
a breeze blows unnoticed.
Dark green inferno
turning the past to ashes -
the conifer tree