Awaiting that flutter of butterfly wings that summons Tsunamis. Yearning for the mustard-seed-sized faith that moves mountains. Wondering what quark will be the lever that lifts the universe.
Trusting in the smallest of the small, for in what else can I?
hazy moon
a single cherry blossom
floats to the ground
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Frank J. Tassone 
Reblogged this on petrujviljoen and commented:
A haibun from Frank J Tassone. In a world seeming in its final years, the beauty remains vital.
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Thanks so much, Petru!
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