Sunday Morning. No blue Sky. Some clouds reflect.
I
Haiku True Nature:
Not just a sentence broken
Into smaller lines.
II
Haiku takes a walk:
A garden path inviting
Unexpected view.
III
Tracing thought patterns:
The bright weave of consciousness
Belonging nowhere.
IV
Intellect, a fool:
Lost in a dream of stories,
Suddenly wakened!
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In my mail this morning a haiku post from fivereflections appeared as a single line of text ( as they always do). It set off a little line of thought. ( hmmph! ‘Taking a line for a walk’ Paul Klee…). Also fired by a lovely jewel of a piece by skyraftwanderer….
Punctuation, plurals, tenses,
line breaks –
all nuances difficult to translate.
The gestures of the ancient calligrapher:
an ink-blot attains sentience….
Wang Wei and me,
Gone fishing
For ephemeral beauty
Down by the slow river,
The boiling tea kettle
Forgotten…
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simonhlilly 
chuckle!
Very nifty Wang Wei reference.
And thank you for the mention. Much appreciated.
Thank you!