haiku of change
on insight timer
daily notes in the old snail log
scattered leaves on the
pond of consciousness
meandering past the bodhi tree
golden trout giggle
while the big fish slumbers
I am a fish swiming to the sea
dissolving in the waves
wondering if the atoms of us
ever drift to space
will our star dust escape this place?
or are we bound by Newton
to the third planet from our small sun?
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