These lines made me write them early last Christmas morning, while still half asleep in bed… they still seem entirely relevant and quite difficult to improve upon, so I offer them again this holiday season, having added only exactly one word. Warmest hopes and thanks to all readers. 🙂
It is the question you cannot ask which matters
The axiom you must never scutinize
This haiku is more than 20 years old. It would always seem to pour when we rode our bikes to visit a temple, leaving nought to do but sit and watch…
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Once Upon A Time, a fellow with mucho curiosity about stuff, found himself entangled in an LDR, a long-distance relationship… really long, like when it was daylight for her, it was darkest night for him.
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We don’t remember conversations in full tableau. Instead, glistening moments, a bluesy vignette, a mere phrase filled with undisclosed meaning. They shine like supernovae across our lifespan, persistently prodding us to mine their significance with each new contemplation. Gifts which keep on giving.
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