sun

Haiku is pointless
Unless it’s the finest tip
Of ancient wisdom

Know the history, the art
Let it well up from the spring

pointless star

Only connection counts
There’s an infinite amount
But the secret is knowing  where
Where is the fine complexity of air

It’s everywhere that which is joined and is linked
Inside outside and the thing itself

People are so interesting
Self and selfless
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The Word

bird-wall

Out of the dissolute body came the word
Winging its way, winging its way to where
Out of the past a reptilian bird
Where do they go and what can they bear
Why do they whistle, what is their ware
Just to make sense of sun, moon and star
To capture a heart and move it fair?
Out of this nought a first protozoa

Love reformed grace
At the pace of the tortoise, a hare
From the soiled body, into the solid body
Appearance and shapes to spare

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Feist

bird-wall

Out of the solid body came the word
Winging its way, winging its way to where
Out of our past came a reptilian bird
Where are they headed and what can they say
From what to enter the wide wider world
Come a love and its spermatozoa
What do we see in the sun, moon and star
To capture the heart and carry it onward

Love
At the pace of a tortoise and hare
At the solid body, into the solid body
Comes love

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