Petrichor #DailyHaikuChallenge

irain beads

Spring’s hearty deluge
Brings an earthiness to air
The smell of the rain

Day 190/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog.

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Absolute: Zen

Inspired by things to do by Leonard Durso

Is it the wind ‘s form
that makes the sound of
the clouds?

Listen for those
invisible things
craved,
elusive;
out of reach
to those of us
that remain
out of touch
with ourselves.

Aeons
of particles,
all the same substance
in parcels
brought,
stay unopened,
microscopic forms –
captive to suspicious frowns
and eyes
that lightly finger.

Automatic assumptions
make it a scorpion
in brown paper packaging
that becomes
the Trojan horse
of our dreams –
forbidden
in daylight –
because we are prepared
for those who dare,

but we forget we are one,
everyone is made
of the same substance,
packaging is made
of the same – substance
has no name or form.
Energy, mind, God and matter
are all name and form.
Everything is made of the same;
if we only understood
ourselves,
we would be at peace.