Thank you all for your comments. I am encouraged and inspired by you. This haiku began as an edge of sleeping/waking 'picture' that sent me flying out of bed to try and set what I had 'seen' into words that might guide me through the day. @ Ramesh, I know...: small and big are one prism of humanity spoken from a dream
i think that's why i love to garden so much... the smallest most minuet motion turns one's head to see.. a new bud, a new tender shoot and soon the most incredible of blooms will appear... the effort it takes for muscles to smile is so much less than the effort to frown
Never underestimate the power of small things--or even of weak things.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes -- in ways that we sometimes can't imagine. Little stones become a large path. . .
ReplyDeleteWonderful thought.
ReplyDeletePeace
love the power of this.
ReplyDeleteperfect alignment.
something to strive for.
so glad you are here haiku-ing all our hearts,
every single day.
Small things, dear
ReplyDeleteWhere are they, can't find
Each moment big gifts..
This is such an optimistic thought. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Boonie
Thank you all for your comments. I am encouraged and inspired by you. This haiku began as an edge of sleeping/waking 'picture' that sent me flying out of bed to try and set what I had 'seen' into words that might guide me through the day.
ReplyDelete@ Ramesh, I know...:
small and big are one
prism of humanity
spoken from a dream
i think that's why i love to garden so much... the smallest most minuet motion turns one's head to see.. a new bud, a new tender shoot and soon the most incredible of blooms will appear... the effort it takes for muscles to smile is so much less than the effort to frown
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