The following haiku could be ‘digested’ separately or as a related series. They are responses to Rumi’s call: “…don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth, without complicated explanation, so everyone will understand the passage, we have opened you.”  Rumi’s full poem “Unfold your own Myth”, feature of Carpe Diem #1396, is reproduced following my three haiku.

on a summer night
swinging over Buckhorn Lake
flying to the moon

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sheltered by sand dunes
serenading the wind
alone on the shore

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candle flame flickers
words scribble on paper
in the dying light

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“Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

Who finds us here circling, bewildered, like atoms?

Who comes to a spring thirsty

and sees the moon reflected in it?

Who, like Jacob, blind with grief and age,

smells the shirt of his son and can…