Tag: haibun
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PSA: Respite and Return
A week passes. I know, I know. No word. No warning. No words forthcoming. The truth is I dragged. Work, life, and circumstances pressed in for their due. I needed breath and time. Thus, the respite. now, stirrings of inspiration return. & practice needs continuation. Thus, the return. stirring leaves a neighbor puts out the…
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Such Transience
The Cherry Blossoms that so delighted us rained down on the grass below. As more green foliage grew in, more blossoms fell to join the fallen. Only two weeks after peak bloom, not a blossom remains. Almost 28 years ago, A 23-year-old me stepped into his first classroom as a teaching assistant in a suburban…
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Old Friend
We met at St. Augustine’s School in the last days of fourth grade. You became my best friend during a time when I had none. We carried each other through our middle school years. Sure, we hit our road bumps through high school, hanging with different cliques. But we managed to hang together through college,…
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Between
Today, a break in the clouds that gathered for days. Today, a respite from the rain that’s fallen for the last two. A robin lands on the walkway of a neighbor’s home, then scampers onto the small front yard. The last blossoms of the Cherry Tree next door have all fallen. Their last remains mingle…
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Low
Was it the two disturbances by the same two students in the same day? The campus evacuation caused by an alleged buring of a light? The relentless underperformance from the usual suspects? The heavy atmosphere of a week’s worth of rainclouds? The existential abrasion of yet another work week? Or just a combination of the…
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Bodhisattva me?
I am the man seated on the zafu in the early morning. Breathing, as a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings arises and falls away. Breathing, as a spaciousness unlike any other enfolds me. Until there is no “me.” Only Presence. Only the overwhelming Love that turns electrons around nuclei, and galaxies around the Universe’s center.…
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Incandescent
A single match set the bonfire ablaze. I can see your face, incandescent in the light of those flames. I long for your eyes to catch mine. I fear your eyes catching mine. As if they would… as the last blossoms fall waning moon Mish holds down Quadrille #200! at dVerse today, where we light…
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A Walk at Greenwich Point Park
The rippling waves of the North Atlantic massage the near-white sand of Greenwich Point Beach. The subtle swoosh of the tide going in and out is a mesmerizing chant this sunny afternoon. We walk on the sand, content to be by ourselves today. sea breeze another bend in the road
Frank J. Tassone 