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- Category: March 2013
Rumi Dawn
Come rise with me to unearth the instant light begins. Come away from this death that is its illusion. What deer panting for a hidden spring fails to find the moon's reflection? What seer blinded by visions hears the dawn chorus stirring and sees again? What silent monk seeks the fire's warmth and becomes that which burns within the sunrise?
Watch!
An oyster opens its mouth and conceives a pearl. Trees rise from their Lazarus shrouds of mist. Prometheus and Maui paint the earth with Heraclitean fire once more. I am the wave that is the presence of the ocean. I am become death, the creator and destroyer of separation. In a breath I become what the Christ is.
dying wind —
a dandelion now
just a stalk
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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: March 2013
Good Friday 2013
last supper —
from olive eyes
moonlight seeps
garden snake —
a kiss by moonlight
betrays me
night trial —
words of blasphemy
twist my lips
crowing cock —
all that I desire,
I deny
last judgement —
death is delivered
with clean hands
bloody dawn —
derision tears me open
with words
bitter cup —
the shape of love
crushing dreams
empty cup —
a mushroom props up
a sagging bloom
day moon . . .
a girl's tears soak up
the mystery
cross purposes . . .
between heaven and hell
love stretches out
sun strike —
I turn inwards
to the light
broken circle —
hands that once were joined
joined without
emptiness —
love drains the cup's
last drops
death chamber —
even the echoes
fade away
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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: March 2013
just for today
the blossom that was
never mine
Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival
2013 Haiku Invitational International Section - Sakura Award
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- Written by Hansha Teki
- Category: March 2013
rehab farm —
unspent shells weather
into ploughshares
THF Per Diem Archive
J. Baranski August 2014, War and Peace