Haiga Archive

my singing bowl
half-filled with water…
i strike its rim
until ocean waves
manifest inside me

winter walk
haunted by shadows and reflections
of the past
do you ever wonder as I do
where all our days and nights have gone

in balance like
overlapping
stones—
apparent quiet

huge wheel…
zenith and nadir
revolving destinies

an egret calling my name…
strawberry moon

war zone…
a child hands a bleeding heart
to the aid worker

el camino de Santiago
a sip of fresh water
from the shell