Micro Haibun by Sonam Chhoki, Thimphu, Bhutan

Random thoughts

The sun lights up the bedroom window and l feel a sudden happiness, almost painful.

winter thorn
does it have a memory
of the rose

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A dissident’s prayer

The eagle, wings sharp-stretched glides with a tranquil slowness beyond earthly woes.

pine slope
coils of fog
rise, dissolve

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Sparks of hope

Where does this urge of being alive come from?

the cow’s eye
almost all eyeball
reflects the cold of dawn