a poet spoke of
daffodils – long before you
heard of mindfulness
let the coaches know that I
read good poetry;
I don’t spend hard-earned money
to learn how to smell
rainbows and pocket the sky
for upliftment, instant joy
Sorry I don’t need
happiness or mindfulness
coaching to control
my amygdala; it just
happens by flipping a page
Choka with tanka as envoy
Kigo word: daffodils

I love this, Reena.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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It feels like two separate hemispheres of the brain at work. One is the how-to and the other is the state of regarding a daffodil in its simplicity.
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True. I appreciate the perspective.
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How lovely! I didn’t know you were in the southern hemisphere, Reena. So, you’re in spring and we’re in fall. I love daffodils.
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I’m in India, and winter here will start in a month or so. ππ
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Wow! This is brilliantly written, Reena. Our appreciation come from our natural instincts.
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Thank you, Eugi!
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You are welcome, Reena.
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You said it! I totally agree.
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Thank you! π
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Oh so good. ππΌππΌ
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Thanks π
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Youβre most welcome
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