Another morning
Dreaming crafting the greatest future
Sitting silently
poetry, prose, and photography
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
My goal: to post at least one haiku a day.
Another morning
Dreaming crafting the greatest future
Sitting silently
My heart now broken
Grace within the brutalized
Within all this? Hope!
I finally listened to this story this evening. This gem comes from the CBC.
The Indian schools were a period of unmitigated evil. It breaks my heart to see the savagey with which we were delighted to
Freedom’s conundrum
By being unlimited
Discipline saves us
Taught risk avoidance
Always so vigorously
Hence why fear haunts me