driving through pea soup
clouds near the earth dance and swirl
like warm breath exhaled
emerge from the fog
try to seek the crisp edges
and know what is true
is it real
is it memorex
I can't tell
clouds near the earth dance and swirl
like warm breath exhaled
emerge from the fog
try to seek the crisp edges
and know what is true
is it real
is it memorex
I can't tell
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3 comments:
awesome pic... and haiku, too. We had winter fog this afternoon, as well. It looked cool. Kiah took a pic, but I'd already taken my "gray" pic for the day. :)
A calm return trip (reading your haiku in the reverse order of the date of posting): from fog, time, reversal, mandala…, to emptiness in the end!:)
thanks Kathy:-) living in Michigan, the beauty of gray is something we do well to sink into.
nice to see you Borut. I'm glad you enjoyed the journey to emptiness. serenity now;-)
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