lying down
amid wildflowers:
city disappears.
Lying in Wildflowers [Haiku]
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In playing football, I find telling linebackers “no” is not beneficial. Words are strange things, at once infinitely powerful or powerless, depending upon context and will.
Sinuous channels
cut through the
river's muddy
bottom,
carrying clear water
ever downward
- ever onward.
From fortress walls
it's all been seen --
drought and flood,
but something always
trickled through.
As it was before those
stones were stacked.
As it will be when the
last rubble crumbles
into uncut
dust & rock.
One who doesn't feel
a lot at home anywhere
Begins to feel a little
at home everywhere.
He sees not strangeness
in strangers --
No more than he sees
in himself.
Any one place is not
greater nor lesser
than anywhere else.
Lands of gold and riches
are as likely devoid of
authenticity - of soul -
as impoverished places
are dripping with it.
“Secret?” To quote Inigo Montoya, “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”