Haibun: Open Hand
Reaching out to hold something, my hands stretch to either grab with open hands or a closed fist. My clenched fist fits my grip for control, but when drinking from the cold spring with my hands, or holding sand for a few seconds, each hand must be together and open for this moment.
And so when I’m walking through the desert wilderness; whether it’s a cactus with the long needles or just a sunset, I find myself as my open hands.
song of the desert:
to move past the hurt, the thorns.
just pass and leave be.
And so when I’m walking through the desert wilderness; whether it’s a cactus with the long needles or just a sunset, I find myself as my open hands.
song of the desert:
to move past the hurt, the thorns.
just pass and leave be.
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| & Haiku: Desert Song |
