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Sunday, November 22, 2015

Shaman's Haiku


Dusty mountain path
Surprise, a baby goat baaah’s
Hawk circles in blue

Along granite cliffs
 In awe, hawk circles again
hunting grey rabbits

I am the goat’s baaaah
I am the hawk and rabbit
I am the mountain.


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