Haiku

The flower blossoms
the heart applauds
the Sun feeds them both not I

The bird glides on high
I lie in the grass
the tree doesn't try to grow

The lake lies in peace
the tree touches the sky
the mountain stands in glory

The clouds mingle together
drifting across the sky
not avoiding anything

The weight of concepts
falls off my empty head,
now I am a verb

This line is false
I always lie
and always tell the truth

We are the empty treeing life
reflecting all in light
Though all is void, we must clean
so we remain pure light.

by Edward Durand

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