Haiku #224 – #225

Poem:
In a kernel, in the
Stomach of a squirrel,
Hiding in the lopped
Rotten tree in the centre
Of a forest, my journal.
On a branch a leopard lies.

224.

Though power within
An hour is strong; timelessness
Does not yield to wrongs.

225.

Newspapers on tables,
Just diurnal interruptions
To my own practice.

Haiku #212 – #214

212.

All the things which had
Flourished, now like grey flints of
Butterflies malnourished.

213.

Rest, Autumnal edge;
Everyone is in everyone else.
Homeless, in this house.

214.

Mastery understands
That there is no such thing as
Mastery. Only this.