Haiga Archive

huge wheel…
zenith and nadir
revolving destinies

in balance like
overlapping
stones—
apparent quiet

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

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

you’re up there
above the azores—
in your old room
a little cloud of incense
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musical sky
“it’s all about the base
no treble’

i take small lanes
though tall buildings
harsh sun