Haiku: Dinner

Space in which to breathe,
a white light undivided;
here is your dinner

Haiku: Ripple

Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet

And where do I walk?
My body follows the mind –
cold breath returning

Sleep – and there is death
the ever silent shadow
Living is the breath

I am still breathing
The sun still rises each day
I am sovereign;
There’s nothing between nature
and me – media dispelled!

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