I was repulsed by the ugliness and stink of manure. After a lapse of time, the beauty of flowers that bloomed captivated me. Seeds and soil cannot do much, without the help of water and sunlight.
I am the seed, but I thrive in underground darkness. The beauty of the external world shocks, as my eyes flutter to get used to the light and wind.
The hiatus takes away all credit from me, as the environment steps in to bask in the glory of beauty.
The ultimate truth
of all productivity
is symbiosis
islands of excellence just
perish unseen, unheard

Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #11: Reena Saxenaās latest #tanka prose #haibun!
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Thank you, Frank!
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How interesting Reena š
This leaves one thinking – just sitting with the images, so loaded and rich and full – and yielding to the words, the whole process – and the direction you’ve taken in this interpretation is many layered – very enjoyable –
and I particularly liked the ending – the idea of process being symbiosis – an ultimate truth – quite so ….. and the closing lines – they too offer something complex – purposeful in our understanding and also “misunderstanding” in this whole aspect we call life.
Great job Reena – and thanks for playing the Sunday Writing Prompt š I hope you have a wonderful week ahead.
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Thank you for the thorough reading and understanding. It makes the process of writing worthwhile.
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you’re welcome š
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Excellent response Reena, I loved the images you created.
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Thank you, Michael!
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