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Unrecognized
Often unrecognized You come in many forms. You will know me easily. I am dressed in Silence. It is the same in a storm And after it. |
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| Chat with Water Lily The Water Lilly observed Its reflection in the water "You look great," I remarked. "Really? The Moon the other day didn‘t even notice me!“ I comforted the Lilly: "The Moon is far away and your flower is hidden Under the leaves." |
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Glass I asked a shopkeeper for an unbreakable glass. This honest man replied: Sir, Madame Curie broke even an atom. Unbreakable is not for sale. |
Not Yet No longer a larva |
| Haiku about Laughter Ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha P.S. Traditionally the Japanese haiku consists of three verses with 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively. As you can see, it is easy. |
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Snails Rain is over. Many snails on the road. I walk carefully. They too. |
Appreciation God looks in full moon on the clouds. From bellow I would say it's O. K. |
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Who am I? I am cleaning and become a shudra with a broom at the Bombay railway station. My throat is sore and I am a wounded driver in a remote hospital. I am listening to Bach and change into a priest in a cathedral. I am cooking rice and become a woman with many children. I am also the plantet and circulate around the risen sun. |
Reincarnation Small granddads come to the Earth. They kick with their feet, and cry loudly. |
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| Waste of effort I cleaned up And pondered. It was tiresome. During cleaning Is better to clean. |
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About Buddha's smile Why this gentle smile outlasted capital cities with deep foundations |
Joy Three women care for one baby. General rejoicing. |
| Bhakti Yoga Make a fire of love and maintain it by whatever is at hand: sorrow, pain and joy are equally suited. |
A Rite I place on the altar fruits, flowers, and my back poison teeth. What should I ask? Joy. |
| Xenophobia Having several reasons I decided to emigrate to the Land of Sun. Small flowers which are native there, shout at me: „You vagrant!“ |
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| A Fairy Tale The first garment of the heart is love; it dresses it beautifully. The second garment of the heart is simplicity; it creates space inside. The third garment is not necessary. |
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Buddha at Supermarket I met Buddha At a supermarket. He pretended To be cashier. A swan is the swan Whether it knows or not. The same Buddha. |
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