Haibun 167

~ mikerehling

beauty walks a razors edge

when my flesh turns into a wisp of smoke. everything will become quiet again. wherever i begin this journey i will return to that very place. equanimity brings its own peace. nothing in that space is partial or judgemental.

after christmas
the elf on the shelf
flies to reno

Published by mikerehling

A quiet vegan haiku poet living in the north woods of Michigan.

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