Water, that primeval element of creation,
Being humble, it is containable taking easily
The shape of that which contains it.
When poured into a kimono it blooms as a blossom of cherry,
Upon falling, it falls into a pair of blue eyes, turning into an ocean.
But when I fall into a haiku, I become a river.
I will lift up my eyes to the hills-
from whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord
Who made heaven and earth.
(Psalm 121:1, 2)
from whence comes my help?
My help comes from the Lord
Who made heaven and earth.
(Psalm 121:1, 2)
Face of Man
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