Grotto, Haiku Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Palash tree
the flame of the forest
Vishnu, Brahma, Shiva
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shell grotto—not
so mysterious—this cave
tides—waves in and out
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shell grotto
mysterious cave tides
waves in and out
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holistic healing
grounding with forest trees
winding down
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a cooling dip
in the Chinese Gardens Pond
summer grass snake
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a jade necklace
glides with glass beads—snake-like
sends out a ripple
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parched reeds
still have enough breath to sing
evening prayers
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what is life?
but consciousness reflecting
on itself
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if attachment
should be my one lasting sin
Be I - blossom wind
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are we not vessels
of one conscience mimicking
the vast emptiness
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sustaining the gods
the juice from the stoma plant
has golden branches
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grind its golden stems
immense strength could be yours
the drink of the gods
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with its golden stems
Stoma plants were said to grant
immortality
*
waning and waxing
of the moon this evening
divine nectar
*
parched reeds
still have breath to sing
evening prayers
*

hailstone in June
surprises never cease
rose petals on ice
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unblemished
a gypsy seller smiles
zest of lemon rind
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jacaranda ~
mystical petals rest like
purple butterflies
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the jacaranda
sprinkles her mauve contetti
wind puffed out cheeks
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the jacaranda
sprinkles her mauve confetti
and the wind laughs hard
*

footprints in the snow
are the first of many more
quiet morning rituals
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embers of love
oftentimes are eternal
blown back to life
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words unanswered
whisper in winter pastures
meadowsweet moments
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time unhinges itself
from all this fatigue and rust
like those jumping jacks
*
parched reeds
still have enough breath to sing
evening prayers
*

waning and waxing
of the moon this evening
divine nectar
*

if attachment
should be my one lasting sin
Be I - blossom wind
*

with its golden stems
Stoma plants were said to grant
immortality
*

grind its golden stems
immense strength could be yours
the drink of the gods
*

sustaining the gods
the juice from the stoma plant
has golden branches
*

We are vessels
of one conscience mimicking
the vast emptiness
*
hailstone in June
surprises never cease
rose petals on ice
*

years later
we bumped into each other
wow, your amazing
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tranquility
where did it all begin
imploding star
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divorce a footnote
in the history books
the family album
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wild mint
how even the mind wanders
without confinement
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unblemished
a gypsy seller smiles
lemon rind
*

wild mint
how even the mind wanders
without confinement
*

unblemished
a gypsy seller smiles
lemon rind
*

frigid blue feathers
won't take to the skies
with rubies on ice
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todays kniphofias
point towards a setting sun
in reverence
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given yet another
whitewash—the canvas resists
transformation
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every raindrop
generates new life
love and pain
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winter approaches
snow enters a camera lens
panoramic views
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pot dogs
on the mantlepiece
Elvis sings hound-dog
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unblemished
a gypsy seller smiles
lemon rind