xli
heavy spring showers
my sleeves wet with the world’s tears
how sweet the birdsong!
xlii
everything happens
they say it’s ‘for a reason’
I say stop right there
xliii
here’s a great secret:
all does not have to be well
to be perfection
Ink painting, artist unknown. I suspected Ohara Koson but fail to find attribution.
Let me know if you can read the chop and solve the mystery.
echoes from emptiness 
Beautifully distilled wisdom.
Thank you Cate. I love the way it’s possible to express so much with just 15 syllables. Oddly though, I never write with this in mind – the lines just ‘come down’ like that. ❤
Love the last one especially (probably needed that right now). Thank you for your wonderful words.
The last one – yes – I so appreciate that one too liesbeth. Perfection – what a transcendent view! 🙂
Wonderful encapsulations of the view!
Thanks so much for these jewels!
Quiet squeals of delight… thank you Bob… ❤
Heart your haiku. xlli always baffling to me!
Thanks for the ❤ Di! (I've been off this blog for a few days.)
The beauty of bafflement – so juicy, alive with possibilities. Let's stay there!
🙂