A HAIKU SAMPLER

I

somewhere, a saffron robe
remains unworn; somewhere,
a bowl is empty.

II

twelve months pass quickly;
is anything gained or lost?
i have no answer.

III

even gods are born,
and so, too, must die; plums fall
from the tree, when ripe.

IV

man wants peace of mind,
but can't let go of self;
is this too high a price?


1999-2000 by Metta Jon Maslow

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