Haiku #16

Trees point to the sky,

flowers turn to face the sun -

they are good teachers.

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(c) 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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(A shorter version of theme from previous post.)

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For the Sun

Flowers never open up

in blind belief

nor do grasses

on the hillside

sway in winds

of dogma.

 

Leaves never tilt their sides

towards a wishful thought

and treetops will not stretch

for the pseudo heights

of politics

(nor do their roots drink

lower than the low).

 

Flowers, grass, leaves, trees

live only for the Sun.

What makes you bloom?

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© 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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Closer

(An old one from 1976…)

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I searched for truth

in stained-glass cubbyholes

but couldn’t find its face.

I sought it out

in books — alas,

the printed word

was blurred.

I went to class

and hoped to find it there,

but every esoteric lecture

left me still half bare.

I closed my eyes

and chanted “Om”

and reached out with my heart

but in return

I only heard a chuckle.

Now I step

into my soul

and boldly knock

on wisdom’s door.

The sky grows bright,

the air turns rare

and there’s God’s footprint

on the floor.

I follow.

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©  1976, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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