Haiga Archive

how oppressive
a grey day appears
until
a chance wind shift
a different truth

showing
your great age
while welcoming
the wanderers
where will you take me

incense smoke
improvising
a silent raga

another inland dawn
almost without sound
murmur of wings

breezy day
the old curtain springs
to a senuous dance

still holding on
to a cherished dream
one perfect moment
haven’t I yet learned
today is full of wonder?

wind scribing sand
remembering
not remembering