Zen-pupil
A
Haiku:
Natural;
A world contained,
Each line an epic.
Hokusai’s eye is mine!
Blind, I fly over mountains,
Still beasts in ink-wash night fields –
Through life we are united;
A single pressed flower,
Dead beauty so frail,
Opens the door –
This soul soars,
Freedom
Found.
poem by Danielle Moffat
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