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MABINOGION HAIKU

This golden river.
Words bob down the long ages-
Mysterious truths

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Moon well, sun cauldron.
Who would not become transfixed?
Their utter beauty.

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There is not one thing
That is not another thing.
Pay attention, Pwyll!

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Green mound lost in fog.
What dream does the world dream here?
breath weaves life and death.

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How could she be true?
Oak and broom and meadowsweet,
Made of season’s change.

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Do not take possession
Of what is not yours.
(And nothing is yours).

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Sort of a hybrid between haiku form and gnomic verse. Apologies for all those who do not know the allusions, but those who know the Four Branches might take some little pleasure in these fragmentary nods…