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Rain caressed the creek,
gently reminding it of
previous winters.
The sky fills the air,
embracing the land with rain.
So, our thirst is quenched.
Yes, honor the soul,
but let the carcass go. Death
is transformation.
I am not just a
cavity to be filled with
the things I desire.
My mind is thinking,
my heart is feeling; meanwhile,
I am observing.
This tiny circle:
ignorance, shame, dread, sorrow.
And then compassion.
My distance from you
is eased by discovering
your presence in me.
Defeat a million
or defeat oneself— which is
the greater conquest?
Surrounded by sky,
there is more within me than
there is without me.
You're only dreaming
that you're reading this haiku—
you'll soon awaken.
There is no one else—
you're the only person and
it's all up to you.
When they are held back,
waters that threaten to flood
also cannot flow.
what was true is true,
but so much more has become
also true today.
Discipline is not
a burden that I carry—
it's the path I love.
Turning the compost—
turning our garbage into
something nourishing.
Do not fear failure.
The only failure is fear—
and that's heart failure.
What is locked away
is never safe— life requires
light and air to thrive.
Rain falls gently here
where the mountains rouse themselves
to drink in the sky.
What is possible
is more available than
we might realize.
what is possible
is always more present than
what we recognize.