a haiku community

I may seem fragile,
but I grow out of darkness
and reach for the light.

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Dignity abides
beneath the outrage of life’s
ravaging of life.

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There are damp places
where I go to remember
how it is to weep.

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Leaving the city,
the old man is not dying—
he’s coming to life.

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The sun sets slowly
over a quiet river.
Going home is good.

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Make your to-do list
a list of accomplishments,
not obligations.

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Across the surface
of these skies are spread those stars,
deep and far away.

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At the very start,
upon the threshold of Spring,
life approaches life.

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Spring beyond Winter:
Bennett Peak’s green slopes are seen
through empty branches.

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Wind and rain outside
the quiet of this moment
within my cabin.

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A blue moon sleeps in
the winter sky, while the sun
begins to return.

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I am aware that
I am this awareness of
being this aware.

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Will you follow me
into dangerous places
and bring me back home?

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Forgiveness dissolves
the boundaries created
by anger and shame.

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Blushing, and then bruised—
first we are aroused, and then
we become savaged.

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This poem was written
while waiting for you; you’re here,
so it’s not needed.

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I have no regrets,
and would change nothing except
thanking people more.

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The wild animal
fears the hunter that envies
its vitality.

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Collaboration
is the best way frustrations
may become resolved.

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The kitchen holds things
that are simply there, as I
come, and as I leave.

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