Wise men come to seea child of greater wisdomand honor divine.
He utilizesform for a striking lecture;young poets shiverinexperience,but thaw over their own work,fertilize magic.
Sheep and goats and cowsgather 'round a manger bedto awe at a babe.
Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself,clamoring for love.
The Christmas spiritwhispers softly in my ear,"Go be of good cheer.
Your hair is winter fire,January embers.My heart burns there, too.-Stephen King, IT
Shepherds lift their heads,not to gaze at a new lightbut to hear angels.
It is easy to believe we are each waves and forget we are also the ocean.
Nereden Gelip GeçerBazen pasaportumu çıkarırfotoğrafıma bakarım(çok iyi değil... vs.)sadece var olduğumu görmek içinTokyo 12 haziran 1976
silence in the lightover thick bamboo leaves, the sunmagical yellow- Tara Estacaan, Day's Crown Haiku
I write for pages,get lost in the mezzaninehidden from stages.
Your hair is winter fire,January embers.
In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.
A new star shines bright.Angels herald the good news.The Christ child is born.
The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.
If you give me homeI will give you adventure.It's both we can have.
Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.
O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!
Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible me...
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