Walking in the forest
the trees softly whisper sutras
as I pass through.
I stop, in silence, and bow.
I sit a while.
Footnote: Poem from my forthcoming haiku memoir, in the tradition of Japanese haiku novels, The Forest.
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Walking in the forest
the trees softly whisper sutras
as I pass through.
I stop, in silence, and bow.
I sit a while.
Footnote: Poem from my forthcoming haiku memoir, in the tradition of Japanese haiku novels, The Forest.
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