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.

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