The Forest / 01

A solitary white cloud,
walking in the forest alone.

Trees softly whisper sutras
as I pass through.

Stopping in silence, I bow,
and sit a while.

Sometimes there is incense in the air,
offered up by eucalyptus and pine.

Now and then,
a silent bird writes Sanskrit in the clouds.

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Footnote: 01 / The forest : A haiku memoir by Kashyapi

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