I pray for uninterrupted vision, beyond the trees, mountains and tall buildings-a whole, unbroken view before the stars take over, and the scarred Moon mocks the Almighty Sun.
The birds I feed every morning fly beyond reach as the day progresses. I hope they return with a message. When they tweet outside my window, I listen hard to know if those are sounds of the universe. But are there any sounds up there – unstruck, unbeaten ones, or just the profundity of deep silence?
My feet are not shackled but heavy. They can walk, but not fly. Little birdie mocks my XXL helplessness.
frustrating to be
terrestrial – I can’t have
a piece of blue sky
Written for Haibun Monday at dVerse
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I love this, especially the title!
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Thank you so much! 😜
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A profound post.
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Thanks! Like your DP 🙂
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Thanks a lot
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We stand in the sky but we know it isn’t ours 😦 The closest we come is to watch the airborne and sigh. Beautiful haibun, Reena.
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Your first line can be a writing prompt 👏👏 Thank you, Lisa!
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Thank you, my dear ❤
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A very deep introspective haibun. Got me thinking.
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Glad you focussed on the philosophical part. Thank you, Nitin!
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Things the birds know that we do not. Thank you for sharing. 💙
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Thank you, Merril!
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You’re very welcome, Reena!
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“Uninterrupted vision.” Nice philosophical question in second stanza.
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Thank you, Tzvi!
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