Haiku # 31

None but shamans

can cross the mystic threshold

of the Oak trees

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Haiku # 30

wipe the slate clean

and start all over again,

yesterday is gone

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Haiku # 29

Mother of all waves

teach me the magic art

of surviving the storm

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Haiku # 28

the night hides

the end of a naïve dream,

shadow theatre

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Haiku # 27

a breath of wind

moves  these obscure waters

to urge the rebirth

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Haiku # 26

A new day has come

dragging dark yellow clouds

across the sky

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Haiku # 25

the human mind

is a place where the seed

of illusion germinates

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Haiku # 24

a strange vibration

puzzled, dogs stop chasing

desolated wood

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Haiku # 23

small hesitations

open the door, fatally

the world comes in

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Haiku # 22

Gusty east winds

sneak like ravenous wolves

in search of a draft

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