It begins again – The rain that is not the same On pathways that are. * But here there are no Pathways – just rubble of an Empty parking lot. * Unraked Japanese Garden full of gravel and Discarded toothpicks. * What begins again Has no knowledge of what came Before it could breathe. * I’ve seen this photo Again, but light was clearer Then and tasted fresh. * Over and over, Under and under, start-ups Rise without fall-backs. * Stones rinse their hides in The drizzle of other stones, All imagined rain. * There’s no beginning. Suddenly we are and we Are. It’s all being.
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ReplyDeleteIt begins again –
The rain that is not the same
On pathways that are.
*
But here there are no
Pathways – just rubble of an
Empty parking lot.
*
Unraked Japanese
Garden full of gravel and
Discarded toothpicks.
*
What begins again
Has no knowledge of what came
Before it could breathe.
*
I’ve seen this photo
Again, but light was clearer
Then and tasted fresh.
*
Over and over,
Under and under, start-ups
Rise without fall-backs.
*
Stones rinse their hides in
The drizzle of other stones,
All imagined rain.
*
There’s no beginning.
Suddenly we are and we
Are. It’s all being.
[Disposable Haiku June 10, 2013]
Dr. Mike