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Reaching out to touch the perfect blossom

Engaging playful wonder, ‘How could you become fruit?’

Vying against my modern mind made cynical for the right to

Envelop myself whole in the sacred beauty that surrounds

Reminding me we’ve all come from the same place, for

Everything shines with source if I make attendance openly

No need for formalities that seek to separate the sacred from the

Commonality of an everyday field of worship as I

Entreat the curious lamb to dare step closer that I might know softness



And another animal Haikrostic for you:


Rodent most reviled

Attracted by mess and smells

Travels the sewers