
Some Haiku.
A mountain grows tall
Trees of green grow like hair;
In eternal spring
Belief; dreams in passing,
Wind comes down from the mountain
I am at peace
Dreams flow in water
Clear waters run shallow
The river flows bright
In the belief hides in death,
Its joke chuckles with a smile
In death hides life
Tasting blueberries
Under the trees of pine I sleep
The wind breathes in; out