Haiku: Dinner

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

Haiku: Migration

birds against the sky
migrators through empty space
We all cry ‘mother’

little worlds shimmer
hanging from threads of nothing –
a sudden movement

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the sun moving south
the north withdraws its spirit –
gather round the fire

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