haiku

pink in the sunat the base of a rotting oak:lion's mane

lion transformsfiercely and confidently --newborn lamb

seed germinatingnot breaking through the surfacewaiting for the thaw

struggling to survivesnow transforms willingly --unfiltered sun

the Universe movesand we with it -- seekingsynchronicity

playfulnessis unconscious honesty --truth hides there

playing on stagebrings me closer to realitythan everyday life

a mother's loveis a bond from the wombunbreakable

on the city busa young mother feeding her son --bound by nature

to intuitis to knowwithout knowing why

humans fight naturelike all other animals --struggling to survive

compassionis not a requirement ofkindness

kindnessis compassionin action

love --the only actively soughtform of madness

a blanket of iceunder a layer of salt --humans fight nature

beneath the ice and snowwater continues to flow --river's heart still beats

cats lie entwinedin the flicker of the woodstovesafe and secure

love is neitherjust nor unjust, right nor wrong --love is unqualified

forgiveness --the onus of the injuredleads to healing

a heart once brokenmay withdraw seeking safety --beware the closed heart